Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (21/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.

Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.

Chapter 21/?

“Well, how do I look? Not to distracting, I hope?” Erestor teased, casting a flirtatious glance in Glorfindel’s direction as he finished buckling his sword belt around the waist of the simple grey tunic that was worn over dark brown leggings which, combined with a thick grey riding cloak, was the uniform the guards of Imladris wore when on patrol, as would Erestor.

Glorfindel moved away from the dresser where he had been sitting braiding his hair and walked slowly around his lover, feasting his eyes on every delectable curve that was accentuated by the skin tight leggings. The barest hint of the twin bulges between Erestor’s legs that were tantalisingly revealed when the advisor reached for the dagger that was lying on the bed made the seneschal wonder how he had never previously noticed that the garment was indecently short. A matter that would be addressed with the tailors immediately on their return, he decided.

‘Although it might be wise to keep Erestor’s tunic for their personal use, for it was really very arousing,’ Glorfindel thought as he pulled on the hem of his own down as far as it would go , hoping to cover a little more of the part of his body that was reserved for his lover’s sight and touch only.

“Aye, you look distracting, seductive, irresistible, positively wanton and in dire need of ravishing,” Glorfindel said as wrapped his arms around Erestor from behind and ran his hands slowly along the insides of his lover’s thighs, a light touch of his fingertips inviting the bulge in Erestor’s leggings to play. Erestor leaned back against his lover, sighing with pleasure as Glorfindel nibbled on his ear.

“Just as you appear to my eyes each time you go on patrol. Perhaps now you understand how needy and desperate for your return you leave me,” Erestor replied, moaning softly as he deliberately rubbed his firmly clad buttocks against the hardness that had arisen to join in the fun and was now tightly pressed between their bodies.

“No less than does the sight of you laying beneath the sheets, naked and flushed in the aftermath of our lovemaking as you watch me prepare to leave in the early dawn hours,’ Glorfindel responded with a loving smile.

Unable to resist the embodiment of temptation called Erestor any longer, he turned his lover to face him and pulled his hips close, grinding their erections together as he plundered the sweet moistness of his beloved’s mouth.

“We have no time for this now, Glorfindel,” Erestor said, panting breathlessly as he reluctantly withdrew from the embrace, the truth of his words emphasised by the knock on the door and the message called through the closed door that all was in readiness for their departure.

“Nay sadly we do not. Duty calls,” Glorfindel groaned and shook his head with frustration. He knew they would both have to spend the day trying to keep their mutual desires under control or the physical manifestations out of sight of prying eyes until they made camp for the evening. The hours until then would seem to take forever to pass.

“Will you allow me to help you fasten your cloak, my Captain?” Erestor asked, his manner turning abruptly from lover to warrior in much the same fashion as the cool, aloof façade of advisor appeared whenever necessary. Glorfindel felt the aching tension in his groin ease somewhat when he nodded his assent, smiling his thanks as the pin was clasped at his neck, and the glitter of desire in his lover’s eyes slowly faded.

“Until tonight,” Glorfindel’s whisper was a promise as he allowed a final tender meeting of their lips before they made their way to the stables.

They arrived to find the rest of the patrol already mounted and waiting patiently for their captain who immediately turned his attention to his warriors.

“Ai, Peldir I see you have added a few of the trainees to our little group,” Glorfindel said as he greeted his second in command and then smiled a welcome to the four young elves who were eager to experience their first real patrol.

“Aye, I believe these four are ready to further their training in the field although from all reports, there is no danger even close to our borders at present.” the warrior replied.

“That is well favoured news, as is mine. Lord Erestor has requested, and been granted leave to join us,” he said indicating the elf at his side.

“Ai, Lord Erestor, you are a most welcome addition to our patrol,” Peldir said, offering the advisor a warm smile indicating his approval, knowing how much in love his captain was with Erestor.

“Thank you, but such formality in unnecessary between us, please just call me Erestor,” the advisor replied with a smile of his own as he mounted his horse at a signal from Glorfindel.

Dressed as he was in warrior’s garb rather than his usual black robes, Erestor naturally attracted the attention of the warriors, and many of the glances were openly admiring of the Noldo’s desirable form as they rode together. Naturally Glorfindel could not fault their taste, but he was not willing to have his lover become the object of anyone else’s desire, no matter if it was just in their minds. He glared a warning at his men, the older ones clearly receiving the ‘hands and eyes off’ message, and quickly finding other things that captured their interest.

Unfortunately the trainees were still quite naïve in matters of the heart, and were unaware of Glorfindel’s possessiveness when it came to Erestor. Hence they did not follow the example of their elders but continued to voice their observations.

“Our Lord Erestor is rather beautiful, and wears the uniform well, does he not?” said one, failing to keep his voice down.

“And it is easy to see why Glorfindel finds him insatiable, those rosy lips are ripe for kissing.” The other three nodded their agreement.

“Aye, and I certainly would not mind feeling his legs wrapped round my waist as he writhed beneath me,” said another.

The lust in the young warriors’ eyes and the lewd remarks were apparently ignored or unheard by the advisor, but did not escape Glorfindel’s notice.

“Hold your tongues lest you lose them!” he shouted, his eyes flashing dangerously as he drew his sword, regretting the rash action when he saw the genuine fear in the eyes of not only the young ones, but his older warriors as well, that left him wondering as to the wisdom of allowing Erestor to be part of this venture.

The irate Elda quickly regained his control when his lover recognised the jealous fury, and moved to speak with him. A slight shake of Glorfindel’s head let Erestor know that at the moment that was impossible and the advisor and part time warrior had to be content with covering the trembling hand where it rested on Glorfindel’s thigh and giving the fingers an affectionate squeeze.

“I love you,” Erestor mouthed silently as he held his lover’s gaze. The storm in the ageless eyes abated slightly and Glorfindel leaned in for a fleeting kiss.

“I know, and we will talk later,” Glorfindel replied as he returned the smile and then ordered Erestor to remain with Peldir, whilst he rode forward to speak with the trainees.

His anger still apparent, but now under control, Glorfindel informed them that they would be required to prove their skills as scouts by passing a series of tests, the first of which would be to ensure the way ahead was safe to travel. So saying, he urged them to follow his lead and as soon as they were no longer to be seen, the more experienced warriors dispersed as well, each with a particular role to play in the training of the young ones.

“I imagine they will try to approach Glorfindel’s group and catch them unawares,” Erestor commented to Peldir who was now riding alongside the advisor.

“Aye and some will lay false trails even as they proceed with their routine patrols, which are still a necessity. I understand you fought alongside our lord at Dagorlad?” Peldir asked changing the subject to one that had piqued his curiosity.

The astute advisor nodded slowly, suddenly wary and less than pleased with the direction in which this conversation was heading, but he acknowledged that only a fool would not have expected some questions and gossip to arise from Elrond’s startling revelation.

Erestor was no fool, but he was the soul of discretion in this as he was in all his dealings as Elrond’s advisor and had no amount of cajoling would make him comment on what he knew about his friend’s private life.

“Then can I assume you were not surprised to learn of his relationship with King Thranduil?” Peldir asked, eagerly awaiting his answer. Erestor considered his response carefully. He did not wish to begin the next few days at odds with Glorfindel’s most trusted warrior, nor did he wish to continue answering tiresome questions.

“I was merely a soldier of no rank during that war and as such was not privy to the personal lives of our leaders, nor would I speak of them had I been.” The coldness of the reply indicating the subject was not open for discussion and he was grateful that Peldir was wise enough to take the hint and respectful enough to abide by the advisor’s wishes.

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Twilight had descended upon the camp before Glorfindel’s party returned to discover the aroma of a delicious stew wafting through the small glade that had been chosen as their campsite. To the surprise of all, except the one who knew Erestor so well, the advisor had proven to be a skilled woodsman and a talented cook

“I imagine you four had an interesting day?” Peldir enquired of the weary trainees as they collected their rations. He suspected that Glorfindel had likely punished them for their disrespect of his lover by being a demanding but fair task master.

“Ai, it was both very informative and gruelling,” the least exhausted of the four answered as he and his companions collapsed onto their bedrolls. Peldir offered a sympathetic smile, but made no further comment as he moved to the fire, collected his evening meal and joined the other warriors.

Erestor sat beside Glorfindel and ate in silence while the captain listened to reports and the marked the next day’s areas of patrol on the maps spread out before them. Drawing straws to see who would take the first watch, the advisor was relieved when that duty had not fallen to Glorfindel, and after a few songs were sung, and a few tall tales told, all the warriors not on duty made for their bedrolls.

“Follow me, my love,” Erestor entreated, entwining the fingers that accepted the proffered hand with his own. He led Glorfindel to where he had spread their blankets behind a small rocky outcrop that was within the boundaries of the firelight, yet afforded them a little much valued privacy.

Knowing that it was necessary to sleep fully clothed in case of unexpected attack, the lovers removed their cloaks only and settled their bodies close together beneath the blanket they shared.

“How do you fare, my fierce protector?” Erestor whispered as he encircled his lover in his arms and placed soft kisses on his brow, his closed eyes, his cheeks, the tip of his nose and finally on the lips that tasted so sweet.

“I did over react just a little this morning did I not? I truly did not intend to frighten those younglings, and have now fully recovered from my jealous rage,” Glorfindel admitted, knowing that was what Erestor had really been asking.

“There is no need to be jealous, for there is no one who can take your place in my heart or my arms,” Erestor reassured his lover as he soothingly stroked his back and continued to shower him with kisses.

“I do know that in my heart. I need you close, Erestor,” Glorfindel said, silently cursing the garments that separated them.

“I know. Turn over and let me love you,” Erestor said, spooning his body against Glorfindel’s when the seneschal did as he was asked.

Glorfindel sighed with contentment when he felt a light touch sweep the curtain of silky gold aside to expose his neck to the tender ministrations of his lover’s lips. His heart began to race when he felt a hand move under his tunic, gliding across the heated flesh until eager fingers stoped to play with the rough skin of nipples that hardened in unison with the shaft between his legs.

Trying his best to keep his moans and whimpers quiet, Glorfindel bit the side of his cheek when he felt the laces to his leggings loosen and his aching need was released.

“Touch me… please...” he moaned as he felt the hands withdraw.

“In a moment,” Erestor promised, his warm breath caressing the tip of the sensitive ear. Glorfindel, turned into the touch then captured his lover’s lips in a needy kiss that became inflamed with desire when he realised Erestor had also unlaced his own leggings and was now rubbing his erection into the cleft between Glorfindel’s buttocks.

The familiar sensation of warm oil being drizzled over his opening was almost enough to bring Glorfindel undone and he began to wantonly buck his hips, begging for what he knew was to come.

“Take me now!” he demanded of his lover when he felt the weeping head of Erestor’s cock brush against his opening, only to be removed and replaced with a single finger that breached the ring of muscle and was quickly followed by two more as Erestor quickly and efficiently prepared his lover for the most intimate of caresses.

“Have patience, and try and remember we are not alone,” Erestor whispered as pushed his velvet covered shaft inside with agonising slowness, savouring the feel of being engulfed in the tight passage.

“I care not who hears or sees us,” Glorfindel growled as he began to thrust his hips harder and faster, whimpering with pleasure each time he felt his prostrate rubbed against the hardness within him. Erestor allowed his lover to set the pace as he reached for Glorfindel’s erection and surrounded it loosely with his hand so that with each upward thrust, Glorfindel was effectively stroking himself as well.

Although no one could actually see the increasingly rapid movements of the bodies beneath the blankets, the strangled cries of ecstasy when their captain and his lover reached their peak could not be ignored by keen elvish ears. The younger elves blushed fiercely at the passionate calling of names, but the elder elves merely exchanged knowing smiles, pleased that at least this time when their captain cried out Erestor’s name into the night, it was his lover and not his own hand that had given him release.