Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (24/?)
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 24/?


The patrol was at an end and Imladris was less than a day ahead, yet Glorfindel deemed it necessary to make one last camp before they returned home. Not because the distance was too far to travel at night, but because during the past days an air of relaxed camaraderie had descended over the group and he wanted to allow it to continue a little longer.

There had been no more trouble from the novices, to the surprise of some of the elder Elves, but not Glorfindel, who was both relieved by, and proud of, the change in attitude of Maleth in particular. The young elf had not only sincerely apologised to Erestor, but he had made every effort to replace his unrequited desires with the beginnings of simple friendship. The advisor had responded by taking the time to learn more about the interests and families of the young ones making Glorfindel’s heart swell with love for his compassionate lover and with pride at the display of maturity from Maleth.

Peldir exchanged a glance across the campfire with his captain that spoke of shared relief that their confidence in the ability and flexibility of younger elves to learn from their mistakes had not been misplaced. There was no doubt that they would all become excellent warriors, and Maleth definitely had the makings of a leader.

“My lord Erestor, may I ask a personal question?” Maleth asked tentatively when the laughter elicited by one of the other warrior’s bawdy tales subsided. The Advisor studied the younger elf for a few moments, and sensing no disrespect, but only curiosity, nodded his agreement.

“It is obvious to all how deeply in love you and Lord Glorfindel are, but … well…. you do not wear a wedding band. Why are you not bonded?” Here his courage faltered a little and the daring words were spoken in a rush, taking everyone by surprise. Peldir almost choked on his tea on hearing the question that had often crossed his own mind, as well as many others, he realised, judging by the interest that was obvious on the rest of the faces.

“That is indeed a personal question,” Erestor agreed, rubbing his chin as he contemplated whether or not to answer. Feeling Glorfindel’s arm snake around his waist drawing him close, he turned his gaze on his lover, their eyes meeting in a wordless exchange that ended with a brief yet sweet kiss. The golden warrior inclined his head almost imperceptibly, giving Erestor permission to answer.

“Tell them,” he whispered the warmth of his breath against Erestor’s ear causing fire to travel to the advisor’s groin and he could not stop a soft, needy whimper from escaping his lips. With a seductive look that told Glorfindel what he could expect later, Erestor then turned his attention back to Maleth.

“Glorfindel and I have been soul mates since our first night together as lovers when we bonded with only the stars and the Valar as witnesses to our vows.’Tis true that we have never had a wedding ceremony, nor exchanged rings, for we neither wanted nor felt the need for either,” Erestor explained with a tenderness in his voice that none had ever heard before.

“Our hearts, bodies and souls know we belong to each other, and that is all that matters,” Glorfindel added, ignoring the astonished stares as he claimed Erestor’s lips in an affirmation of his words and his love.

“In days gone by, such bindings between elves were not uncommon practice. There was often little time between battles for formal ceremonies, and I suspect that such also applies to our Lord Elrond and King Thranduil,” Peldir said conversationally, not surprised when several of the elder elves nodded their heads in agreement. There was no disputing that the love between the Peredhel and the Woodland King was equally as deep and abiding as that between the advisor and the seneschal.

As Peldir had hoped, his observations successfully drew everyone’s attention away from the lovers and the conversation turned to speculation as to how Elrond’s children and Legolas would receive the news.

Erestor and Glorfindel took no part in this discussion for they were still speaking a language of their own, and as if by some unspoken instruction, the others moved a discrete distance away from the lovers who were now moaning and writhing unashamedly in their need to satisfy their desire.

Making a final gesture of apology and acceptance for what he could not have, Maleth picked up a blanket, walked back to the fire and carefully covered the almost naked pair, giving them a greater measure of privacy.

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It was well into twilight the next evening when Imladris finally came into sight of the weary patrol, and Erestor could not help but smile with delight.

“Do you know what I am going to do as soon as we reach our chambers?” Erestor asked Glorfindel as they rode side by side towards the stone archway. The seneschal smiled at the look of almost childish excitement on his beloved’s face and smirked wickedly.

“Ravish me in our nice, soft, big bed, I hope,” he replied as he reached over brushed his hand suggestively along Erestor’s thigh.

“Nay. Well at least not until after I have soaked this dirt and grime from my skin with lots of hot water and bubbles and oils…. and the soft touch of hands to massage away my aches and pains, ” he added when he saw the adorable pout of one who pretended he thought he might be being overlooked.

“Taking a nice bath together sounds wonderful.” Glorfindel’s eyes momentarily lit up before a shadow passed across his face as a sudden and not entirely pleasing thought crossed his mind.

“What is wrong, my love?” Erestor asked, stilling the hand’s movement and gently squeezing the fingers he could not wait to feel on his bare skin.

“Nothing.” A single word that conveyed disappointment and the lie and they both knew it was.

“Tell me.” It was a demand, not a request, albeit the words were tenderly spoken.

“Do you know what I do as soon as Imladris comes into view?” Glorfindel asked, bending his head and allowing his golden hair to fall forward to cover his slight embarrassment.

“Think of how much you missed me?” Erestor asked, signalling their horses to stop and allowing the others to ride on.

“More than that, for I miss you from the moment we say good bye,” Glorfindel admitted.

“I miss you too when you are doing as you must, but did you not enjoy my company on this patrol?”

“More than words can say, and that is why my return home is not the same this time.”

“Why? Because by now your gorgeous cock would be growing hard at the thought of seeing me, of recalling what it is like to feel my mouth swallow you to the hilt?” Erestor teased brazenly, not realising how close he was to the truth.

“Aye and not only that, because my heart would be racing wildly with anticipation of the intensity and passion of our kisses, of the incoherent words of love as my cock thrusts inside you until you scream my name in ecstasy. My whole body burns insatiably for you, for the incredibly erotic sensation of loving you after we have been apart for too long,” Glorfindel whispered closing his eyes and shuddering at the memory of the feelings his words provoked.

“Ai, I think I understand. Anticipating your usual welcome is like an aphrodisiac?” Glorfindel looked at Erestor with lust darkened eyes and nodded.

“A very potent one, my love,” he said with such a seductive growl that Erestor felt his knees grow weak.

“Truth be told, I also greatly look forward to our wildly carnal reunions. Did I ever tell you that from the moment I hear of your patrol’s impending return, I walk around Imladris with a constant aching hardness hidden beneath my robes that is just waiting for your touch?”

“Which, of course is why you should wear nothing beneath them,” Glorfindel said trying to sound serious and failing as he gasped when he felt his leggings becoming far too pleasantly tight.

“Nor do I, but if it is anticipation you want, then allow me to assist,” Erestor smirked as he ran a finger over the hardness causing Glorfindel to groan. After a quick squeeze to the sacs below, the advisor whispered a command to his horse and galloped away towards the gate, leaving his needy lover behind. He stopped beneath the archway and turned to wave at Glorfindel, calling out a challenge.

“If you want more, first you will have to find me!”

So saying he rode straight to the stables and even though Glorfindel arrived only a few moments later, Erestor had somehow managed to vanish, or magically turn into Elrond and Thranduil, the seneschal thought in a moment of silliness. The two lords had come to the stable to greet the returning warriors.

“Ai, Glorfindel, welcome back,” Elrond said, raising an eyebrow that was answered with a slight shrug from Thranduil when the seneschal merely grunted and then strode purposefully past, his mind obviously occupied elsewhere. He stopped when he realised who he had just been so rude to and turned to speak with the two confused elves who noted both the bulge in the leggings and the darkness of desire in their friend’s eyes.

“It is good to be back. Have you by any chance seen Erestor?” Glorfindel asked, trying to maintain some control over his desire. Elrond shook his head.

“Try the hay loft,” Thranduil suggested with a wink. Glorfindel had no idea how the King would know where Erestor would hide, nor did he wish to waste time finding out. With slight bow he took his leave and headed back inside.

“Did you see Erestor in the loft?” Elrond asked, equally intrigued with his lover’s response.

“Nay, Glorfindel is simply not thinking coherently. It is clearly the obvious place. It would be where I would hide, were we playing those kind of games,” he replied drawing Elrond into his arms and kissing him soundly while ignoring the wide eyed stares of Maleth and his friends, .

“Do you want to play with me?” Elrond’s voice was husky with deliberate innuendo, his seductive whisper sending tendrils of fire throughout Thranduil’s body, only to have them collect in the most erotic of places.

“Always,” Thranduil replied, suiting his actions to his response by putting his hand inside Elrond’s robes and cupping the erection that rose to greet his touch.

“Not here, not in front of them,” Elrond managed to say as he pushed his hips into the firm grasp. Glaring at their still shocked audience with his much practiced and most fearsome Kingly scowl, Thranduil effectively scared the young ones away. Without releasing his grip, pulled his lover into a nearby stall and continued with his loving ministrations. He had barely sucked a few times on the hard length he had taken into his mouth when he heard his name echoing throughout the stables as Elrond’s hot seed spurted down his throat.

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Glorfindel's smile was almost feral when Elrond’s cries of ecstasy elicited a whimper from somewhere close by.

“I know you are here, Erestor,” Glorfindel called into the stillness, almost hearing the rapid heartbeat he could sense beating in time with his own as he stealthily approached the only place Erestor could be hiding. He knew his lover could also sense him, but he was totally unprepared for the sight he beheld as he rounded the bales of hay.

Sunlight streamed in the large opening, pooling on the golden hay, and seemingly giving the totally naked body of his beloved an almost ethereal glow. As if that sight was not enough to take his breath away, the dark eyes filled with lust and the proud erection that stood straight out from the prone body, moving slightly and invitingly beckoning Glorfindel forward were enough to almost bring him undone.

“What a lovely tail you have there. It seems I have found a new breed of horse in these stables, and a most sensuous one at that,” Glorfindel teased as he quickly removed his clothes and bent down to lick the delicious hardness.

“Aye, one that wants to be ridden hard and fast,” Erestor demanded, wantonly thrusting his hips upwards into the warm moist cavity.

Burning with love and lust for his beautiful Erestor, Glorfindel had no choice but to obey.