Awakenings

Part 20.A.

Glorfindel smiled contently as his breath turned to mist before him. He loved this time of year, the time of Yule, despite past memories of less pleasant Yule’s. Much of his memory had returned; he remembered all kinds of small details of his life, and he had come to realize exactly how big a part Erestor had played in his past life. All of his most precious memories involved the advisor, from their childhood to the awkwardness of pre-adulthood, to the present. Erestor had ever been there.

They spent nearly every spare moment together, and had not spent a single night apart since the night they had shared his bed. And thusly, Glorfindel’s dreams had ceased almost completely. On the rare occasions that they would return to him, they were far less acute, and Erestor would be there. The advisor would soothe him back into a comfortable slumber, and every morn he would wake, without fail, feeling invigorated and warm. He enjoyed his life to the fullest; he was Seneschal to Imladris, Captain of the guard, he had made dear friends as well as those he thought of as family. His life was complete, almost.

Every night when he and Erestor would go to bed, there would be this tension between them, a thick and heavy sexual tension. Neither could resist the other’s body, and they would spend many an hour pleasuring one another before finally succumbing to sleep. Though each time that Glorfindel would strive for more, each time that he would subtly try and coax Erestor into letting him lay between his legs, to further their intimacy and allow him entrance into the advisor’s lithe beautiful body, Erestor would wordlessly pull away and try to distract Glorfindel in other orally pleasing ways. He would mask his frustration and accept it; he knew that Erestor was waiting for something, but it was something that he had yet to remember. He knew Erestor thought it was for his own good, but Glorfindel really did not care for waiting for the rest of his memories to return. He was ready now and simply wanted Erestor, badly.

Last night had been particularly difficult for him, Erestor had brought him to orgasm twice already, but after returning the favour and seeing his beloved arch, writhe and moan, he was hard again. Erestor’s eyes had widened in amusement and disbelief when feeling Glorfindel’s hard length brush against him once again.

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“Again?” he had whispered with a chuckle.

Glorfindel shrugged with a wolfish grin and watched as Erestor let his hand slowly slide down the warrior’s stomach. Glorfindel had bit his lip as he halted Erestor’s hand in its tracks, Erestor looked to him questioningly.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nay I…I do not wish for you to get a hand cramp, that would not do for a busy advisor,” he said with a nervous laugh.

“Ah, I see...” Erestor had started with a knowing grin and eagerly began to, this time, kiss his way down the blond’s stomach. He made his way to the navel before Glorfindel pulled him back up.

“Would be worse for an advisor to have a sore jaw when needed in council.”

He had then slowly rolled atop of Erestor, suggestively spreading the dark elf’s legs and pulling them up around his sides. Nervously he tried to gage Erestor’s reaction, hoping against hope that Erestor would allow him to continue. Though it was not to be, Erestor was breathing heavily, and he could read a deep longing and great desire in those dark eyes. But there was something holding Erestor back. Erestor had smiled almost shyly, and with an apologetic gleam, he lowered his legs from around Glorfindel’s waist, and pressed his hands against the broad chest.

“I assure you my jaw is fine,” he had said quietly as he gently pushed Glorfindel’s weight off of him and rolled atop of the warrior.

Erestor had seen the disappointment and frustration in Glorfindel’s face and guiltily avoided the blond’s gaze as he made his way down to the firm and relentless heat between the warrior’s thighs. When Glorfindel had found his release again that night he had laid there for a few moments panting; his desire, for now, abated but not fulfilled. He felt selfish, though, seeing Erestor lay beside him with an insecure and guilty expression on his fair face. He had immediately pulled Erestor into his arms.

“Thank you, my love, you bring me such pleasure,” he had murmured quietly as he kissed the advisor’s cheeks and lips chastely.

“I’ll be right back.” He quickly left the bed and headed off to the bathroom, where he splashed ice cold water over his face and neck, trying to rid himself of the desire and need that still lingered just beneath the surface of his patience.

Erestor had been so good to him since he had arrived in Imladris, he had devoted everything to the warrior and had set aside his own longings; now it was time for him to do the same, the warrior mused. Erestor obviously needed more from him. He needed him to remember something important, not for the warrior’s own good this time but for his own. He would just have to wait, he owed Erestor that much, he just hoped he wouldn’t implode from sexual frustration before then.

With a deep breath he wiped a towel over his face and headed back to the bedroom, where he pulled Erestor into his arms. After kissing his beloved soundly and telling him over and over again that he loved him they fell into a comfortable and warm reverie.

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He was brought out of his straying thoughts at the sound of two screaming Elflings.

“Glorfindel! ‘Restor fell in!”

He bolted through the brush, mentally chastising himself for being distracted by his musings.

Elladan and Elrohir had come to them that morning asking if they would come with them to collect pine cones from the forest floor. Elrond had been busy that day, though he reassured Erestor he could work by himself in exchange for chaperoning his sons, and Celebrían had taken the opportunity to take a well deserved rest. The twins had dragged Erestor into the forest excitedly whilst Glorfindel had lagged behind holding the boy’s capes, laughing as his lover was dragged stumbling after the two balls of pure energy, even the cold could not affect the two highly excited half-elves.

He was with the twins within moments, they both stood at the side of a small river that was covered in broken ice. Glorfindel lunged for the boys to drag them back as they began to wade in.

“No, boys!” He quickly pulled them back, knowing that with their human heritage the cold water could render them ill.

“’Restor fell in!” Elrohir cried, pointing to a spluttering Erestor who was dragging himself out of the water.

“Erestor!” Glorfindel leapt forth and helped haul the sodden advisor up the river bank, his dark robes and cape dragging with the weight of the freezing water. “What on earth happened?!”

Erestor could not respond; although fully Elven, the icy water was bitingly cold. All he could do was let Glorfindel hold him close whilst his teeth chattered.

“I…I dropped my mitten, Glorfindel,” Elladan said guiltily as he stepped forwards. “It fell when we were up there…” The young elf pointed up to a ledge that hung just over the river’s side. Glorfindel recognized it immediately; it was the stone ledge where the boys liked to jump from in the summer when the water was warm. “…There were some nice pinecones up there, but I dropped my mitten on the lower ledge thing and was trying to reach it, I tripped and was about to fall in…”

“So I tried to grab Elladan but slipped; it’s slippery up there…” Elrohir continued.

“So Erestor pulled us both back but slipped and fell in himself.” Elladan finished.

“Will he be alright, Glorfindel?” Elrohir asked with much concern as he wrapped an arm around his brother, who was on the verge of crying.

“I…I w-will be f-fine, boys…” Erestor managed to croak as he shook violently in Glorfindel’s arms.

“Aye, he will, boys, don’t worry. But from now on you never leave either of our sights, alright? And do not go up there without permission or supervision.”

“Yes, Glorfindel,” they chimed together.

“Come, I think you have enough pinecones, let’s get back now,” he spoke to the boys, then turned and spoke quietly to Erestor, whilst rubbing the advisor’s shivering form. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“A-aye, just…c-cold.”

“Come, let’s get you inside and out of those clothes.”

They hastily made their way back to the house, dropping the twins off with a house tenant and asking them to take them to the lady Celebrían. Glorfindel then quickly took Erestor to his rooms. He guided Erestor into the bathroom where he filled the tub with warm water. Turning back to Erestor he began to relieve the advisor of his wet clothes.

“Come on, that’s it…” he cooed as he pushed the robe from Erestor’s shivering shoulders, letting the clothes fall to the floor with a heavy wet sound.

“I…I don’t think I’ve ever…b-been so cold before.”

Glorfindel pulled Erestor towards the bath, “Get in, you’ll feel warmer in no time.”

Erestor stepped into the bath with a small sigh, feeling some warmth return to his limbs. He closed his eyes as Glorfindel knelt besides the bath and poured a small jug of steaming water over his hair, running his fingers through it as he did.

“Feeling a little warmer?”

“Umhm, get in,” Erestor uttered quietly as he splashed the water over his shoulders that were not immerged in the warm water.

Glorfindel disrobed and sat behind Erestor, pulling the smaller figure against him and surrounding it, in the hopes of sharing the warmth of his own body.

“How’s that, sweetling?”

“Better.” Erestor sighed, snuggling into the body that held him close and closing his eyes.

Glorfindel smiled and kissed Erestor’s temple. Though Erestor’s lips were no longer blue, his small frame was still trembled slightly; he did not think Erestor was nearly warm enough, not as he should be. He let one of his hands that had been wrapped around Erestor’s waist boldly cup Erestor’s groin and fondle his flaccid penis.

Erestor had gasped and turned his head to speak, but Glorfindel interrupted him.

“Shhh, love, let me warm you.”

Glorfindel spread soft kisses along the bare cold shoulder as Erestor’s shaft grew hard in his grip, and was, soon enough, fully erect. He knew that he was simply doing this for Erestor, to help chase away the chill. But he could not help but grow aroused as Erestor moaned and gyrated against Glorfindel’s chest, arching into the hand stroking him. He raised a brow as he heard Erestor’s snigger.

“What is so amusing?” he asked with a smile of his own.

“Nothing I...I was just remembering the first bath we took together…please don’t stop.”

“Would you like to re-enact that particular memory?” Even as he asked he thrust his own arousal hard against Erestor’s back, making the advisor gasp. Erestor looked over his shoulder into darkened blue eyes. Wordlessly he moved out of Glorfindel’s arms and moved to lean on the edge of the bath tub, his behind presented to Glorfindel.

Eagerly Glorfindel leaned up behind Erestor, parting the two firm cheeks before him, he guided his length to lay between them

“Oh yes…” he rasped as he began to thrust between the two cheeks. Steadily and leaning upon Erestor for support he reached around and began to stroke Erestor’s hard shaft.

Erestor moaned and pressed back against Glorfindel , his body finally flushed and warm.

“Erestor…can I…do you, do you want me to take you?” he panted, feeling as if he were on fire as his shaft rubbed across Erestor’s entrance teasingly.

“W-what?” Erestor stuttered as he looked over his shoulder.

“I want to take you Erestor, I want to have you. Let me make love to you...”

“Glorfindel, we…it’s not that I don’t want to...” Erestor had stopped moving along with Glorfindel and carefully turned around to face the warrior. Though Glorfindel, who had a feral glint in his eyes, placed his hands on either side of Erestor on the rim of the tub, cornering him so as the advisor had no where to go.

“Then what? Why can we not make love?” As he spoke he let go of the rim and brought Erestor’s legs around his waist by the thighs, his pent up desire, for the moment, getting the better of him. Erestor quickly grasped the rim so as not to sink beneath the water and gasped as Glorfindel pressed the full length of his body against the dark haired elf’s, so their eyes were aligned as he slowly began to rub himself against Erestor.

“Glor…Glorfindel you must stop, please…”

“But why?” The warrior asked in a small and somewhat hurt voice, though he did do as Erestor asked and stopped his thrusting.

“Glorfindel…” Erestor sighed and disentangled his legs from Glorfindel’s waist, he sat up so that they were facing each other and gently touched the warrior’s cheek. “I do want to, honestly. But I need you back, all of you. I have been alone, suffering and waiting for you for so long. What I need is that you to remember more, something else, so that I know that I truly have you back. Sometimes…I, I wake in the middle of the night, just to gaze down at you…” he gently kissed the tip of Glorfindel’s nose with a sad smile and ran his hand through damp blond hair, “…to reassure myself that you’re really there. I feel as if, if you were to remember, then I would finally let myself truly believe that you’re here, that my Glorfindel is here. That I could stop worrying and fearing that it will all come to an end…again. I know that sounds foolish but…”

“No! No, it does not sound foolish.” Glorfindel replied softly and pulled Erestor into his arms, so as the advisor had his legs loosely wrapped back around his waist and his arms around his shoulders in a gently hug. “I...I did not truly realize just how…I am so sorry you suffered so, Erestor. I can not bear the thought of you alone and in pain…” His voice cracked and he hid his face in the crook of Erestor’s neck. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Shhh, do not weep. ‘Tis not your fault, Glorfindel…” Erestor gently rubbed the warrior’s back and stroked his hair, “and this will happen for us, just…”

“Just not yet,” Glorfindel finished as he faced Erestor again, “and I am fine with that, Erestor, honestly.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, gently he wiped away the moisture that had gathered at the corners of the warrior’s eyes and sweetly rubbed his nose against Glorfindel’s, making the blond smile genuinely.

“What?” Erestor chuckled as Glorfindel snorted with a grin and moved his nose away from Erestor’s, whilst tightening his arms around the slim waist at the same time.

“Your nose is cold,” he replied with a chuckle before leaning forwards and kissing said cold nose. Erestor smiled brightly as he let his fingers delicately skim the blond’s neck only for the warrior to again chuckle and take one of the advisor’s hands in his own. “And your fingers…” he then kissed each tip, kissing the smallest twice as Erestor once had.

“Why did you do that?” Erestor whispered.

“Hmm?” Glorfindel asked as he brushed the palm he held against his cheek, leaning into Erestor’s touch.

“You kissed the littlest finger twice, why?”

“Because you did, remember? In the library.”

“Oh yes.” Erestor would have been disappointed, having thought that Glorfindel had done so because of the same reason he had. But rather than feel saddened, he couldn’t help but smile blissfully as Glorfindel pressed soft kisses against his cheek.

“Your cheeks are cold to,” he explained as he continued.

“Aye, my lips are frozen also, Glorfindel.” Erestor pouted and touched his bottom lip with tip of his finger, silently begging for a kiss.

Glorfindel chuckled and gently cupped his lovers face as he kissed him with all the affection and love he felt. He rested their brows together and looked into those dark eyes again with renewed infinite patience and immeasurable love.

“My Erestor,” he whispered before touching their lips together once more.

Erestor, having noticed their still aroused state, tightened his hold around the warrior and snaked a hand down between their bodies to wrap around both of their organs. He grinned as Glorfindel gasped.

“Lean back,” the advisor instructed.

Glorfindel leaned back so his arms leaned over the sides of the tub, and watched open mouthed as Erestor stroked their lengths in one tight grip. Erestor leaned against Glorfindel’s chest with his free hand for support, panting and writhing into his own tight rhythmic grip. The feel of the water splashing against their slick arousals and Glorfindel’s hard length rubbing against his own had him coming within minutes with Glorfindel followed only moments afterwards. Erestor allowed the water to wash away their seed and huddled up close to his lover. The erratic ripple in the water from their previous frantic movements had steadily become a slow slosh against the sides of the tub, having a calming affect and making them both drowsy.

“Do you feel better now, love?” Glorfindel asked as he lazily stroked sodden and heavy black hair, smiling as the silky wet strands fell between his fingers.

“Mmhm, I feel warm.”

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Erestor had spent the rest of that day in his warmest dressing gown in front of a crackling fire in his rooms. Glorfindel had disappeared only briefly to see to some essential duties, and to bring back a hearty meal for himself and Erestor. They had both been lounging on the small sofa in front of the fire, snuggled in each others arms talking quietly about any nonsense that came to mind and occasionally stealing a sweet kiss. It was Glorfindel who had risen when hearing a knock upon the door.

“I’ll get it, you stay put,” he disentangled himself from Erestor and left the room to answer the door. He appeared a moment later with a silly grin spread across his lips.

“You have some visitors, Erestor.”

Erestor quirked his brow in askance, but smiled as Glorfindel moved aside to reveal the twins standing behind him.

“Hello, Erestor,” Elrohir greeted quietly.

“Are you feeling better Erestor?” Elladan asked.

“Aye, young ones, all the better for seeing my two very favourite Elflings and students,” he replied with a warm smile.

When the twins continued to stand on the spot beside Glorfindel and say no more, Erestor opted for pouting, “Do I not get any hugs?”

Both boys smiled and entered the intimate sitting room. Elladan held something with both hands behind his back, and Elrohir held something before him that must have been very important or fragile, as the child walked slowly into the room, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration so as to not drop it.

“What is it you carry?” he asked with mild amusement.

“Well...” Elladan began, “...we wanted to say thank you for pulling us back from the ledge…”

“And we’re sorry that you fell in, we will be more careful in the future…” said his brother.

“So we have brought some things that will get you all warm again!” Elladan beamed proudly as he presented Erestor with the pair of slippers he had had hidden behind his back.

“Slippers?” Erestor chuckled.

“Aye, I was going to bring you mine, but Elrohir said that they may be a little small for your feet,” he said with a shrug.

“So, whose are these?”

“Ada’s!” he answered with much pride.

Glorfindel, who had been watching from the doorway with a small smile, erupted into laughter. He quickly covered his mouth and pretended to cough as Elladan glared at the warrior; he then proceeded to kneel before Erestor and tried to fit Erestor’s feet into the stately slippers.

“Does your Ada know you have taken his slippers, Elladan?” Erestor asked as he pulled his feet away with a chuckle.

“Well, no. But he will not mind, silly,” he shook his head at Erestor with a bright smile.

“But what will your Ada wear when his feet are cold, little one?” Glorfindel asked as he entered the room and sat beside his lover.

There was a long pause as Elladan chewed his lip in deep thought, and smiled ecstatically when thinking of a solution. “Him can borrow Nana’s!”

“Oh, Elladan,” Erestor chuckled as he closed his eyes and shook his head, an image of Elrond wearing his wife’s soft pink slippers springing to mind. He stopped the eager-to-please boy who was still trying to push his feet into his Lord’s slippers and put them to one side. “Thank you, Elladan, my feet are fine for the moment but I appreciate the gesture,” he made a mental note to return Elrond’s slippers later as he affectionately ruffled the boy’s hair. Elladan seemed satisfied with this and rather matter-of-factly hauled himself up and into Glorfindel’s lap for a hug.

“And what do you have there, Elrohir?” Glorfindel asked. Both advisor and warrior grinned as the boy slowly walked towards them with his precious cargo, tongue still protruding from the corner of his mouth.

“I have brought you some hot cocoa in my favourite oliphant mug!” He presented Erestor with the mug with as much pride as Elladan had with his Ada’s slippers.

Erestor shot a glare to Glorfindel when hearing the blond snigger, Glorfindel simply smiled back smugly, feeling justified after Erestor had made fun of him drinking from the much loved oliphant mug.

“Thank you, Elrohir, I do enjoy cocoa,” he smiled down at the child and took the child’s mug in hand. He sat back contently and breathed in the chocolate scent. When he opened his eyes he realized that Elrohir was still standing before him with an expectant smile upon his face and realized Elrohir was waiting for him to take a sip.

Smiling at his student he took a tentative sip of the drink, and only just managed not to grimace in front of the boy.

“Do you like it? I made it myself!” He hopped from foot to foot proudly.

“Aye Elrohir, ‘tis delicious. When, exactly, did you make it?”

“About a half hour ago, it took us a while to get here, I didn’t want to spill any of it.”

That explained why the drink was stone cold….

“And I made it myself! I put five spoonfuls of sugar in it so it would be nice and sweet!” Elrohir hopped and threw his hands in the air with exaggeration as to how much sugar he had used. His face fell slightly as he heard Glorfindel chuckle and saw Erestor nod slowly.

“Do you not like it?” he asked quietly.

“Oh no, little one, I like it very much, very much…indeed,” he forced himself to take another sip and smiled at the happy expression that spread across Elrohir’s face. He quickly set the mug aside and pulled Elrohir into his lap.

“So what have the two of you been doing today?”

“Well, Ada and Nana talked to us about not running off and being more careful…” Elladan began in an obviously disgruntled tone.

“And then Nana put our mittens back on the string thing so that it hangs from our sleeves!” Elrohir proclaimed with a savvier pout.

“Well, perhaps that is a good idea?” Glorfindel offered.

“No, it is not! Only babies have mittens on a string!” Elladan crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned.

“Well perhaps when you prove that you no longer need your mittens on a string and that you are grown up Elfling’s, she will take it off?” Erestor consoled. The twins seemed to accept this and silently snuggled deeper into their tutors’ arms.

“So, are you looking forward to the annual Yule gathering?” Glorfindel asked trying to lighten the mood, but was dismayed as the twins grumbled further.

“We have to dance!”

“With girls!”

“Valar, no, not girls!” Glorfindel said in mock shock.

“Yes, girls!” Elladan confirmed in all sincerity.

“Boys, it will not be that bad; your Nana’s a girl.” Erestor tried to rationalize.

“Yes, but Nana is our Nana. She’s not all…stupid and…girly,” Elrohir pointed out.

“Oh, of course you’re right, forgive me,” Erestor chuckled.

“We have to give them a flower, and we’ve been practicing together every day, Nana says she wants us to be able to dance nicely with our partner and make them feel…‘special’.”


Glorfindel threw his head back and laughed at how Elladan laid extra emphasis on the word ‘special’ with a degree of sheer disgust as the boy scrunched his nose up.

“Why do you not show us your dancing skills so far?” With that Erestor eased Elrohir off of his lap and onto the floor with a pat of the behind, Glorfindel likewise with Elladan.

“Fine,” they both huffed.

Both boys stood before each other, holding their hands out in the ready position to hold their partner at the hip and by the hand. Elrohir glared at his brother as they stood opposite each other in stubborn stances.

“Elladan, I am not being the girl again! It is your turn!”

“No it’s not, I was the girl last time!”

“No you wasn’t!”

“Yes I was!”

Whilst the boys argued, Glorfindel had slid closer to Erestor on the sofa and proceeded to whisper into the advisor’s ear.

“Master Erestor, may I reserve a dance with your lovely self that eve?” Using all the charm he possessed Glorfindel lifted the advisor’s hand and kissed the back of it. Erestor grinned and tried to look impassive as he sighed and looked away.

“If I am not snowed under with invites to dance I *may* consider your offer, Captain,” he whispered back with a smug grin.

“Oh, you wound me councilor!” Glorfindel chuckled as he pulled Erestor’s hand to lay upon his chest, over his heart. “If I slay any who dare look upon you, my beloved, then will you dance with me?”

Erestor bit his lip as if in thought. “Do I get a flower?”

“An entire bouquet if that is your wish, my dearest,” he again lifted the hand to kiss, never looking away from Erestor’s dark gaze and noticing how Erestor trembled at the familiar words.

“Then, aye, I will dance with you, Glorfindel.” They were distracted from the intimate moment by Elrohir who was tugging on Glorfindel’s tunic.

“Glorfindel! Tell ‘Dan that he has to be the girl,” he pleaded as gave Glorfindel his best pout.

“Careful Elrohir you may trip on that lip if it hangs any lower,” Erestor warned.

“Elladan, why do you not be the female first, and then Elrohir can be afterwards, yes?”

“Fine,” Elladan groaned as he rolled his eyes.

When Elrohir came to stand before Elladan he bowed in a practiced, very formal manner. Whilst Elladan pulled a silly face and curtsied, lifting the hem of his tunic with his forefingers and thumbs.

Erestor and Glorfindel watched as the boys danced, who every so often yelled at each other for stepping on their toes. Erestor leaned into Glorfindel as the warrior let his arm fall over the back of the sofa and across Erestor’s shoulders. Glorfindel chuckled as Erestor leaned over and whispered into his ear.

“Those poor girls.”


TBC...