Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (22/?)
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 22/?

The pale light of dawn had barely chased the shadows of night away before the warriors again rode from the campsite to scout the countryside assigned to them, leaving their captain and his second to see to the training of the novices. Erestor had been fully prepared to join in the scouting mission, but Glorfindel had declined the offer.

“Peldir will take charge of the training agenda for today while you and I ride to the ranger’s encampment that is to be found a few hours to the north,” he replied nodding a greeting to his second who had just joined them by the remains of the fire. Erestor handed him a mug of the tea he had brewed and Peldir smiled his thanks. He was friend to both his captain and the advisor yet like many others, was not unaware of how desirable they both were, and not only to each other.

“If you would prefer to go with Glorfindel and exchange reports with the rangers I am willing to remain with the young ones,” Erestor offered. “I am a diplomat and am well aware that discussions of patrols and battle strategies are best left to more experienced warriors such as you two.”

“Thank you, but I think it would be better if you do as Glorfindel suggests. I am concerned with Maleth’s sullenness,” Peldir commented, his voice laced with a subtle hint of warning.

Both he and his captain knew their charges well and although there had been no more unseemly remarks made, Peldir’s experienced eye told him that the eldest of the novices was not pleased with Glorfindel’s response to his words. More than that, he was convinced that, despite the impossibility of having his feelings returned, the youth was genuinely attracted to the advisor and he said so.

“I am not incapable of dealing with unwanted advances or the words spoken by young ones who feel rejected,” Erestor said, exchanging a smile with Glorfindel. They recalled the advisor’s early days as tutor to Elladan and Elrohir who both had a crush on him at the same time. A constant and decidedly unfriendly battle at times had raged between the sons of Elrond, each seeking to win the advisor’s favours. It had been an impossible task from the outset, of course, because even had he not already given his heart, Erestor was not inclined to make a lover of one he looked on as a son.

“Nor did I mean to imply you were. I was simply making you aware of the situation. The others will likely support Maleth if he decides to approach you,” Peldir replied, inclining his head to where the novices were supposedly busy with packing up the rest of the campsite. Three were attending to the chore, but the fourth stood watching his elders with an unsettling fire in his eyes.

“Maleth has the determination, arrogance and courage that will make him an excellent warrior, but he is also young and foolish, as we all once were. I suspect he will not back down from the challenge he assumes I have issued but I do not believe Erestor is in any danger,” Glorfindel said with a sense of pride in the young elf and his abilities that was still at war with his anger at the recent disrespectful behaviour.

“Then ‘tis in the best interests of all to allow me to face the young one and put an end to the problem as soon as possible. I am a teacher and know full well that the lessons of life can not be learned from books,” Erestor said with an air of self confidence that reassured both Glorfindel and Peldir.

“You speak wisely, my lord advisor and I shall inform the novices that you are to be their leader for the day,” the second said bowing his head as a gesture of the respect he felt for Erestor.

“Aye and be sure to remind them that the selection of a safe and suitable site for this evening’s resting place is another test of their judgment and skills,” Glorfindel called out as Peldir walked over to speak with the four young elves.

The second laughed and looked back over his shoulder intending to make a reply, but changed his mind when he saw that Glorfindel had enfolded Erestor in his arms and was teasing the advisor’s lips with tender kisses that became longer and more passionate with each touch. Not wishing to intrude on the private moment, Peldir turned his attention back to the novices and was startled by the dark shadow that crossed Maleth’s face as he too watched the amorous display. Shaking his head with concern, he wondered if perhaps his captain and the advisor were not underestimating the depth of the young elf’s envy.

Glorfindel and Peldir were barley out of sight when Maleth sauntered over to where Erestor was packing away the blankets he and his lover had shared during the night.

“Did you sleep well, my lord?” the young elf asked with an innocence that did not ring true to the advisor’s ears, but ha answered the question nonetheless.

“Indeed I did, and you?”

“Only after the moans and cries of your dalliance ceased.” Anger and jealousy were easily recognisable in Maleth’s leering voice, the sting of his attempted insult was lessened somewhat by the red hotness of embarrassment that rose in his cheeks. Erestor knew this was a typical reaction of the immature young adults when speaking of pleasures of the body, nonetheless he took offence at the smug tone of the plainly spoken words.

“You can not possibly understand the love Glorfindel and I share in spirit and aye, in body. I apologise if you were kept awake, but I would hardly call making love with one’s soul mate a ‘dalliance’,” Erestor said, his voice and eyes as cold and hard as steel angered as he was by the implied insult to both he and his beloved.

“Then perhaps you should teach me,” Maleth replied, his voice a sultry whisper as he sidled closer to the object of his obvious desire in a manner that was both openly seductive and most unwelcome. With a swift movement that momentarily took Erestor by surprise, the young elf gripped Erestor’s chin and held it firm as he moved to claim the lips that were not his to touch.. Erestor refused to allow it and pulled his head back out of reach glaring at Maleth with black eyes that glittered dangerously.

“How dare you be so familiar!” Erestor shouted angrily as he attempted to slap the still partially raised hand away, only to find his arms were held tightly by a young elf on either side. Maleth took a step back and grinned wickedly, surveying his captured prize.

“You are lovely when flushed with anger. I imagine you are even more so when in the throes of passion,” he said, choosing to ignore Erestor’s glare of outrage.

“How dare you attempt to betray the trust of you captain! Unhand me at once, or I will be forced to harm you,” Erestor warned the ones who held him. Maleth and his friends laughed at the idle threat they believed the advisor uttered.

“I do not think that will happen since you are clearly at my mercy, my dear advisor. If you give me your word that word this little incident will not reach our captain’s ears, and allow me the pleasure of a proper kiss, I will see that you are released and no one will be harmed,” Maleth said crossing his arms on his chest in a stance that spoke of his self confidence and arrogant attitude.

Erestor eyed the two who were holding him, and looked for the third young one, noting he was standing some distance away, keeping a watch put for any early returning warriors, or so the advisor surmised. He then shrugged as if in defeat and smiled at Maleth, who saw only the beauty and not the danger.

As he took a step closer, Erestor used his considerable strength and his warrior’s cunning to twist and break free of the hold on his arms, lashing out at both the young elves with well aimed kicks to the stomach that sent them sprawling face first into the ground. They watched in astonishment and fear as Erestor swirled back around, grabbed Maleth by the arm and twisted it upwards as he pulled the young elf close to his chest.

“I was a warrior centuries before you were born, and know well how to wield knife and sword. I am no kinslayer, but I will defend myself,” he whispered into Maleth’s ear from behind as he held his dagger to the rapidly beating pulse in the young neck. “All that I am belongs to Glorfindel, now and forever, and I will not allow the touch of any other. Your behaviour towards me is both disrespectful and immoral and I will tolerate no more of it. Do you understand?”

“Aye, my lord, I believe I have learned my lesson,” Maleth replied with a hoarse whisper, afraid to nod his head lest the knife slip. Erestor released his grip and smiled inwardly at the heavy sigh of relief that passed Maleth’s lips as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“The three of you would be wise to remember this lesson as well.” Erestor said to the two who were rising shakily from the ground, assisted by their other friend.

“Aye, my lord,” the others said meekly.

“Excellent, then if you have finished packing, it is well past time for we were on our way,” Erestor said as he mounted his horse and waited for his charges to do likewise.

At first there was little conversation as the subdued group rode northwards to the small lake that Glorfindel had told then the warriors favoured as a resting place, but after some time Erestor broke the silence.

“Is there a reason for your sombre mood? Shame perhaps?” Erestor answered his own question with sarcasm.

“Will you tell the captain what happened?” the young elf who had stood guard asked, with the vain hope that the advisor would say nothing. It was almost unheard of for an elf to attempt to force himself on another, especially one already spoken for.

“Aye, I must give Glorfindel a full report of your poor behaviour this morning for your actions can not go unheeded. It is his place to decide what form your punishment will take,” Erestor replied truthfully, certain that an apology would be required as his punishment for his putting a dagger to Maleth’s throat. He was certainly willing to do so, eventually, but saw no harm in letting Maleth remember his fear for a while longer.

“I hope he does not dismiss us from our warrior training,” Maleth said, suddenly realising how dire the consequences of their actions could be.

“It is certainly an option he will consider, but once his anger has abated, I will speak on your behalf,” Erestor’s offer was met with wide eyes astonishment.

“Why would you do that?” Maleth asked.

“You all have the makings of fine warriors, and I would not like to see a single youthful act of indiscretion rob you of your futures,” the advisor replied.

“We are honoured by your generosity although I admit it makes me feel ashamed of my behaviour. Please forgive me, my lord Erestor,” Maleth said .Eretor smiled happily as he looked onto the young eyes and saw no deception behind the words.

“Of course, but let us speak no more of this matter until your captain returns. I believe we are nearing the area Glorfindel wants to camp for the night so I suggest you begin seeking a suitable site,” the advisor replied, offering all the young elves a warm smile that was returned in kind.


By the time Glorfindel, Peldir and the other warriors returned form their various sorties, it was well after dark and the small glade beside lake basked in the warm glow of the campfire. The aroma of the herbal stew that Erestor had taught the novices how to cook wafted on the breeze and the elder elves eagerly sought a warm meal.

Determined to make amends for their mistreatment of Erestor, Maleth and his friends approached Glorfindel and Peldir and related all that had transpired.

“You what?” Glorfindel shouted in angry disbelief when the young elf had finished speaking. He did not wait for an answer, but walked over to where Erestor was speaking with the others and drew him aside, enfolding him in his arms.

“Are you well, my love? Did they harm you in any way?” he asked with loving concern in his beautiful voice and showering Erestor with kisses meant to comfort rather than to arouse, but in fact did both judging by the hardness he felt against his own.

“Nay, all is well and before you decide on a suitable method of reprimand, I beg you to consider their immaturity.” Erestor said as he added the enticement of a long, tender kiss to his plea.

“The young one does not know how lucky he was. First you should apologise for scaring the wits out of Maleth with your dagger. “Ouch! This thing is deadly,” Glorfindel said as he took the weapon from Erestor’s belt and checked the sharpness of the blade, almost cutting his finger in the process.

“I had every intention of doing so,” Erestor replied as he tightened his arms around his lover’s waist and rested his head on Glorfindel’s strong shoulders.

“And I intend to assign them all to assist in the armoury. Perhaps a month of polishing weapons and fletching arrows will help mend their ways. Of course for the moment, ravishing you well within their hearing would be a suitable punishment for them all, especially Maleth,” the seneschal whispered provocatively against the sensitive tip of his lover’s ear.

“Aye, please do, I have found a small outcropping that will ensure our privacy from their eyes, but not their elvish hearing,” Erestor moaned needily, feeling his knees go weak at the very idea.

Taking his lover’s hand, Glorfindel lead Erestor to where the novices were awaiting to hear their fate. The advisor apologised to Maleth and then listened with some satisfaction to the agonised groans when the young elves were informed of their punishment.

“It is the very least you all deserve, and be warned that should there be a repeat of your disgraceful behaviour, you will be dismissed from my patrols,“ Glorfindel said as he wrapped a protective arm around his lover’s waist and smiled into eyes that were darkening with desire as quickly as his own. Without taking his eyes from his beloved’s, Glorfindel bid the young ones goodnight and offered a word of advice to Maleth.

“I hope you all have a restful sleep and pleasant dreams and since Erestor and I have other plans, Maleth, I strongly suggest that you find something to plug your ears.”