Midsummer Heat
Chapter 23
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 23/?
Glorfindel had drawn the dawn watch and with a reluctant sigh he carefully disentangled his arms and legs from Erestor’s sleeping form, doing his best not to wake his lover. Erestor whimpered in his sleep and reached out for the body he knew should be by his side, even when lost in his dreams, settling back peacefully when he felt the brush of lips on his cheek.
After relieving the elf currently on guard, Glorfindel scouted the area around the camp and once satisfied all was well, he settled down against one of the trees to watch the light of the new day chase the darkness from the sky. His senses remained on alert and he smiled to himself as he felt the approach of the one he loved.
“You should still be asleep my love, there is no need to share the watch with me,” he said nonetheless grateful for such pleasant company as Erestor sat beside him.
“Despite our rather exhausting evening, I am sated rather than tired… and I missed you. My place is always at your side,” a soft voice whispered in his ear sending a warm tingle coursing down Glorfindel’s spine.
“And in my heart, my fearsome warrior,” the seneschal added with a hint of pride. He thought Erestor had dealt admirably well, and with far more restraint than Glorfindel knew he might have in his anger had he witnessed yesterday’s incident
“I think I frightened Maleth in particular, a little too much,” Erestor said with a shrug and a wicked grin to show he was not entirely remorseful for his own behaviour and the captain of the patrol laughed.
“Aye that you did, but it was no less than he and his friends deserved. They are, as you said, young and foolish, but wisdom only comes with the years and experience they have not yet attained. They have not learned to control their newly awakening feelings and bodily needs ans I admit I can not fault Maleth for wanting you, as many others do… as I do,” Glorfindel replied taking his lover’s hand and rasing it to his lips.
“No one *wants* me like you do, and none but you can *have* me, my love” Erestor said, his voice husky with desire as he snuggled a little closer to his lover.
“Not even I can have you at the moment, as much as I want to,” Glorfindel said softly, stealing a brief kiss before turning his attention back to his duty.
“I know. I wonder how Elrond and Thranduil are faring,” Erestor mused aloud, showing that he was content just to sit and talk by changing the subject.
“I imagine they have had even less sleep than us,” Glorfindel joked as he turned his eyes in the direction of the Last Homely House.
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“Where are you going at this unseemly hour?” Thranduil asked drowsily as he watched Elrond dress. They had just made slow passionate love and when Elrond left the bed, Thranduil had merely assumed it was to answer nature’s call.
“I am afraid that I have rather neglected the running of Imladris over the last few days, and with Erestor away, I must tend to his as well,” the lord replied as he moved back over to the bed to kiss the disappointment from his lover’s brow.
“Since I am partly to blame for your lack of attention to the mundane matters, at least let me assist you,” the king offered as he too dressed, unwilling to stay alone in their bed.
“As you wish,” Elrond readily agreed, taking Thranduil’s hand as they walked through the quiet hallways, in the direction of Elrond’s study. They made a brief diversion to the kitchen first to collect a pot of herbal tea, some freshly baked rolls and a few pieces of fruit to replenish the energy they had spent so ecstatically during the night.
“Elrond, love, can I ask a favour of you?” Thranduil asked several hours later, looking up from the inventories he was checking and stretching his back in a manner that was nothing short of seductive to Elrond’s eyes.
“Another one? You are as insatiable as Glorfindel!” Elrond teased, offering his lover his arms and his lips nonetheless. Thranduil laughed at the deliberate misunderstanding but eagerly accepted the invitation.
“Not *that*kind of favour, although perhaps later…” he said, brushing his hip against the erection that was plainly evident beneath his lover’s robe and was twin to his own when the kiss ended. “What I am asking at present is whether Glorfindel has any spare copies of the most recent maps his scouts have made of the passes through the Misty Mountains. On the journey here I noted that the path has changed somewhat over the centuries since I last had cause to travel this way.” He had never actually visited Imladris, but had fond memories of a few brief days in the past when he and Elrond had ‘accidentally’ met during a carefully arranged hunting trip.
“You should have visited more often,” Elrond said with a hint of melancholy brought on by memories of years of separation. Thranduil sighed, the warmth of his breath heating the skin on Elrond’s neck where his lover was resting his golden head.
“You could have come to me,” the king whispered suddenly feeling a pang of regret for what could have been.
”Nay, we both knew that was not possible, for either of us,” Elrond admitted.
“Until now,” Thranduil said smiling, his eyes alight with the wonder of suddenly realised possibilities that could now come to pass if all went well when their children learned of the relationship. Time alone would tell, and he decided to enjoy the present rather than worry about the future. Judging by the look in his lover’s eyes, Elrond thought the same and they resumed their original conversation.
“I am certain Glorfindel has several copies of the map you are seeking. Let us go and find out,” Elrond said as he took Thranduil’s arm and led him to the barracks where the captain’s office was located.
When they entered the roomy chamber, the first thing the king noticed was not the walls covered with maps, but the disorderly arrangement of papers and such that hid the desk from view. Turning to face Elrond, he raised his eyebrow in silent query.
“Aye, ‘tis indeed a rather chaotic or ‘unique’, as Erestor describes it, filing system that Glorfindel has invented, but it serves him well. He knows where everything is and can locate a map or past message or even his inventories at a moment’s notice,” Elrond explained with a shrug.
“I am surprised Erestor has not taken it upon himself to impose some semblance of order,” Thranduil said as he looked around and tried to determine where best to begin his search.
“Erestor is astute enough to realise he would be wasting his time and has stated he has no desire to change Glorfindel’s ways, although following the occasions that he does visit here there is usually a remarkable, if not temporary improvement in neatness,” Elrond commented, his eyes suddenly widening. His sharp intake of breath startled Thranduil, as did the hearty laughter that followed.
“What is so amusing?” he asked.
“I have just realised something. Do you recall the conversation we had concerning my desk with our two friends the night of the midsummer celebrations?” Elrond asked when he managed to control his mirth. Thranduil nodded and replayed the brief moment in his mind…..
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“We apologise for using your desk as a bed, but it has been centuries since we last sated our desire there,” Glorfindel said, exchanging a secret smile with Erestor and not noticing the a similar look passing between Elrond and Thranduil who had recently availed themselves of that particular ‘bed’.
“At last you show me some measure of respect with your apology,” Elrond said, his teasing manner indicating his reprimand was meant in jest.
“We both respect you, as you well know,” Erestor replied coming to his lover’s defence and then smiling as he watched his lord tilt his head to the side to allow the king of Mirkwood’s lips better access to the soft skin.
“And since we do, I think it only fitting that I should tell you that the only reason we do not favour your desk is because it is far too hard,” Glorfindel said, his words quickly recapturing the attention of the lovers.
“Too hard? Compared with what?” Elrond asked unable to hide his astonishment.
“My desk. We favour it above the others although the small one in the unused study at the back of the library is our second choice,” Glorfindel replied.
“Just how many have you tried?” Thranduil, who had more than a passing interest in the less common places to make love, enquired.
“All of them,” Erestor replied with a nonchalant shrug…..
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“Ai, I see what you mean. Your papers were suddenly even more well ordered once we were finished with your desk top, and you now think such activities account for Glorfindel’s occasional neatness?” Thranduil asked as he brushed his hand over the small section of the polished wood that remained clear of clutter. The movement of his hand back and forth was deliberately erotic as he eyed Elrond speculatively, smiling when his lover took the hint and moved to lock the door.
Papers, quills and ink bottles were ruthlessly swept to the floor, making room for the now highly aroused Thranduil, his robe already discarded and his leggings around his ankles, to bend suggestively over the wooden surface. Elrond needed no further invitation and after the barest preparation of a body already opened from their early morning lovemaking, he took his lover, hard and fast.