Ebony, Gold and Mithril
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Chapter 3
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Ebony, Gold and Mithril
Chapter 3
“I seem to have turned as gloomy as the weather,” commented Glorfindel as he idly played with Erestor’s fingers. “Sad memories and the grief they invoke often appear when least expected, but it helps to have someone to offer comfort. Thank you, mellon nin.”
“There is no need to thank me for giving you what my heart chooses to freely offer. I will ever be here if you need me.” Their eyes did not meet for the words were whispered into the golden hair, but Erestor sighed with pleasure as two strong arms encircled his waist, hugging him close.
No more words were spoken although there was no doubting the intensity of the emotions passing between the two and both elves found they were unwilling to end the moment of shared intimacy. Instead they simply remained as twerewere, entwined in each other’s arms, listening to the rain and the beating of their hearts until a knock on the door intruded and broke the mood.
“Glorfindel, are you there?” called Elrond through the thick wood. Glorfindel called permission for his lord to enter and with a sigh of regret, the seneschal moved out of the warmth of Erestor’s embrace although he remained seated so close by his side that their bodies were touching.
“What can I do for you, Elrond?” he asked, exchanging a grin with his companion at the questioning glance followed by a knowing smile that was directed at them both.
“Actually it is Erestor I am seeking, but when he was not in his study or his chamber, I assumed he was with you. I hope I am not interrupting anything?” Elrond was well aware of the growing attraction between his two dearest friends and he believed it was only a matter of time before they would openly admit their true feelings.
“Not at all, we were just working on the new rotations for Glorfindel’s patrols,” replied Erestor totally unperturbed by the gentle teasing. Nor did it bother Glorfindel who rose to pour them all some wine and gestured for Elrond to take a seat in the armchair by the fire.
“I see,” nodded Elrond, smiling inwardly as Glorfindel resumed his place on the window seat beside Erestor.
“Why were you looking for me?” asked the advisor.
“I merely wanted to discuss the arrangements for Thranduil’s arrival, but we can do that another time since you are otherwise occupied at the moment,” Elrond told him.
“Nay, we have finished with the rosters. If you wish to wait here a few moments, and Glorfindel has no objections, I will go and collect the list I have made of the rred red preparations for Thranduil’s visit,” said Erestor looking to the seneschal for his permission when Elrond nodded agreement.
“You are more than welcome to do so, mellon nin. While you are gone, Elrond and I can discuss the patrols and receive my morning report a little early,” replied Glorfindel.
Leaving his two companions seated at Glorfindel’s desk, studying maps and discussing the increased orc activity, Erestor made his way back to his study. He took the time to finish the formal letter to Thranduil, adding a private message of his own before he summoned a messenger. He then collected his list and returned to Glorfindel’s chamber in time to hear Elrond confirm that which the seneschal had suspected; a combined patrol of Mirkwood and Imladris elves to defend the paths across the Misty Mountains had been suggested by the Woodland King.
The advisor drew up a chair and entered into the discussion which eventually turned to his plans for the banquet he was arranging to welcome their Mirkwood guests. Once Elrond was satisfied with both the seneschal’s report and the advisor’s plans, they retired to the more comfortable chairs and, spent the time until the bell summoned them to the evening meal, in friendly conversation.
*******
Glorfindel awoke the next morning to the feel of warm sunshine on his face, and he stretched lazily, smiling as he remembered he did not need to meet with Elrond after the morning meal. That meant he would have several hours free to make a little mischief at Erestor’s expense as he had planned to the day before. What he had in mind was still very appealing and, he suddenly realised might actually enhance his relationship with the advisor if all went well.
As he lay back in his bed, the golden haired elf closed his eyes and recalled what had happened yesterday. Never before had he felt as close to Erestor, and had not grief and Elrond intervened, he might have actually declared his love for the one who unknowingly held his heart. For he did indeed love the dark haired beauty, he finally admitted. Yesterday in Erestor’s arms, he had cried his last tears for the lover he lost so long ago and had said a final goodbye. Ecthelion would always have a place in his heart, but it was Erestor’s song that sang in his soul.
Glorfindel felt the beginnings of arousal as he remembered the sweet softness of his love’s lips on his cheek, and the tenderness of his embrace. Reaching out his senses to try and catch a whisper of that beloved melody, he could almost feel the other’s arms as they held him close and smell the delicious scent of the ebony hair that hinted of the lavender soap he knew Erestor favoured. His body began to react as his thoughts turned more lustful, and he shivered with desire as he imagined what it would be like to be tormented into the throes of passion by the gentle fingers, and to hear his name moaned in need as his body was spent. So intense was his now fully aroused feeling of desire that, it took but a few quick strokes of his hardened member for Glorfindel to find a shuddering release, shouting his love’s name. The seneschal’s brow was covered with sweat from his exertions and as he lay quietly panting, allowing his racing heart to return to normal, Glorfindel wished fervently that the touch had been Erestor’s.
In the chamber across the hallway, the advisor was in a similar predicament. As he had done ever since Elendil died, Erestor dreamt he was making slow yet passionate love to the Númenorean King who had captured his heart as they battled with the Dark Lord. Only in this dream, instead of running his fingers through dark hair, and moving it away so that he could taste the strangely rounded ear, strands of soft gold and a delicate, and ever so sensitive point were setting his desire aflame. The sweet sound of a harp filled his soul, the music building to a crescendo and calling to him as no one’s song had ever done before. He suddenly felt the explosion of release in his mind and in his hand even as he heard his own voice scream. “Glorfindel!”
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“Good morning, Erestor, did you sleep well,” asked a cheerful and slightly flushed Glorfindel as they met in the hallway on their way to the morning meal. He briefly wondered whether the advisor had heard his rather loud morning activities, but if he did, Erestor said nothing about it when he replied “Ai “Ai, I had a rather pleasant dream, so it is indeed it is a good morning, Glorfindel,” he admitted, feeling his cheeks colour slightly e cae cast a suspicious glance at his companion. Had Glorfindel heard his name being screamed in passion? Erestor wondered, not knowing that the seneschal had not likely been able to hear him over his own cry of release.
“Do you have any plans for today?” asked Glorfindel casually, still intent on his mischief.
“I imagine I will be busy all day with preparations for Thranduil’s arrival. Why?” Erestor would have dearly liked to be available to spend more time with the handsome Balrog slayer, but knew it would be impossiblt let least until the evening.
“No reason, just making conversation,” said Glorfindel as he stepped back to allow Ere to to enter the dining hall first. As he walked past the seneschal, he moved close enough so that their bodies brushed lightly, causing them both to gasp slightly at the effect the contact had on their recent arousals. Glorfindel could not resist placing his hand affectionately at the small of his friend’s back, guiding him to their table, and he felt a tingle of delight as Erestor leaned slightly into the touch.
Little did they realise that to Elrond’s well experienced eye, as well as those of many others in the hall, their actions declared them to be lovers already.
Ebony, Gold and Mithril
Chapter 3
“I seem to have turned as gloomy as the weather,” commented Glorfindel as he idly played with Erestor’s fingers. “Sad memories and the grief they invoke often appear when least expected, but it helps to have someone to offer comfort. Thank you, mellon nin.”
“There is no need to thank me for giving you what my heart chooses to freely offer. I will ever be here if you need me.” Their eyes did not meet for the words were whispered into the golden hair, but Erestor sighed with pleasure as two strong arms encircled his waist, hugging him close.
No more words were spoken although there was no doubting the intensity of the emotions passing between the two and both elves found they were unwilling to end the moment of shared intimacy. Instead they simply remained as twerewere, entwined in each other’s arms, listening to the rain and the beating of their hearts until a knock on the door intruded and broke the mood.
“Glorfindel, are you there?” called Elrond through the thick wood. Glorfindel called permission for his lord to enter and with a sigh of regret, the seneschal moved out of the warmth of Erestor’s embrace although he remained seated so close by his side that their bodies were touching.
“What can I do for you, Elrond?” he asked, exchanging a grin with his companion at the questioning glance followed by a knowing smile that was directed at them both.
“Actually it is Erestor I am seeking, but when he was not in his study or his chamber, I assumed he was with you. I hope I am not interrupting anything?” Elrond was well aware of the growing attraction between his two dearest friends and he believed it was only a matter of time before they would openly admit their true feelings.
“Not at all, we were just working on the new rotations for Glorfindel’s patrols,” replied Erestor totally unperturbed by the gentle teasing. Nor did it bother Glorfindel who rose to pour them all some wine and gestured for Elrond to take a seat in the armchair by the fire.
“I see,” nodded Elrond, smiling inwardly as Glorfindel resumed his place on the window seat beside Erestor.
“Why were you looking for me?” asked the advisor.
“I merely wanted to discuss the arrangements for Thranduil’s arrival, but we can do that another time since you are otherwise occupied at the moment,” Elrond told him.
“Nay, we have finished with the rosters. If you wish to wait here a few moments, and Glorfindel has no objections, I will go and collect the list I have made of the rred red preparations for Thranduil’s visit,” said Erestor looking to the seneschal for his permission when Elrond nodded agreement.
“You are more than welcome to do so, mellon nin. While you are gone, Elrond and I can discuss the patrols and receive my morning report a little early,” replied Glorfindel.
Leaving his two companions seated at Glorfindel’s desk, studying maps and discussing the increased orc activity, Erestor made his way back to his study. He took the time to finish the formal letter to Thranduil, adding a private message of his own before he summoned a messenger. He then collected his list and returned to Glorfindel’s chamber in time to hear Elrond confirm that which the seneschal had suspected; a combined patrol of Mirkwood and Imladris elves to defend the paths across the Misty Mountains had been suggested by the Woodland King.
The advisor drew up a chair and entered into the discussion which eventually turned to his plans for the banquet he was arranging to welcome their Mirkwood guests. Once Elrond was satisfied with both the seneschal’s report and the advisor’s plans, they retired to the more comfortable chairs and, spent the time until the bell summoned them to the evening meal, in friendly conversation.
*******
Glorfindel awoke the next morning to the feel of warm sunshine on his face, and he stretched lazily, smiling as he remembered he did not need to meet with Elrond after the morning meal. That meant he would have several hours free to make a little mischief at Erestor’s expense as he had planned to the day before. What he had in mind was still very appealing and, he suddenly realised might actually enhance his relationship with the advisor if all went well.
As he lay back in his bed, the golden haired elf closed his eyes and recalled what had happened yesterday. Never before had he felt as close to Erestor, and had not grief and Elrond intervened, he might have actually declared his love for the one who unknowingly held his heart. For he did indeed love the dark haired beauty, he finally admitted. Yesterday in Erestor’s arms, he had cried his last tears for the lover he lost so long ago and had said a final goodbye. Ecthelion would always have a place in his heart, but it was Erestor’s song that sang in his soul.
Glorfindel felt the beginnings of arousal as he remembered the sweet softness of his love’s lips on his cheek, and the tenderness of his embrace. Reaching out his senses to try and catch a whisper of that beloved melody, he could almost feel the other’s arms as they held him close and smell the delicious scent of the ebony hair that hinted of the lavender soap he knew Erestor favoured. His body began to react as his thoughts turned more lustful, and he shivered with desire as he imagined what it would be like to be tormented into the throes of passion by the gentle fingers, and to hear his name moaned in need as his body was spent. So intense was his now fully aroused feeling of desire that, it took but a few quick strokes of his hardened member for Glorfindel to find a shuddering release, shouting his love’s name. The seneschal’s brow was covered with sweat from his exertions and as he lay quietly panting, allowing his racing heart to return to normal, Glorfindel wished fervently that the touch had been Erestor’s.
In the chamber across the hallway, the advisor was in a similar predicament. As he had done ever since Elendil died, Erestor dreamt he was making slow yet passionate love to the Númenorean King who had captured his heart as they battled with the Dark Lord. Only in this dream, instead of running his fingers through dark hair, and moving it away so that he could taste the strangely rounded ear, strands of soft gold and a delicate, and ever so sensitive point were setting his desire aflame. The sweet sound of a harp filled his soul, the music building to a crescendo and calling to him as no one’s song had ever done before. He suddenly felt the explosion of release in his mind and in his hand even as he heard his own voice scream. “Glorfindel!”
********
“Good morning, Erestor, did you sleep well,” asked a cheerful and slightly flushed Glorfindel as they met in the hallway on their way to the morning meal. He briefly wondered whether the advisor had heard his rather loud morning activities, but if he did, Erestor said nothing about it when he replied “Ai “Ai, I had a rather pleasant dream, so it is indeed it is a good morning, Glorfindel,” he admitted, feeling his cheeks colour slightly e cae cast a suspicious glance at his companion. Had Glorfindel heard his name being screamed in passion? Erestor wondered, not knowing that the seneschal had not likely been able to hear him over his own cry of release.
“Do you have any plans for today?” asked Glorfindel casually, still intent on his mischief.
“I imagine I will be busy all day with preparations for Thranduil’s arrival. Why?” Erestor would have dearly liked to be available to spend more time with the handsome Balrog slayer, but knew it would be impossiblt let least until the evening.
“No reason, just making conversation,” said Glorfindel as he stepped back to allow Ere to to enter the dining hall first. As he walked past the seneschal, he moved close enough so that their bodies brushed lightly, causing them both to gasp slightly at the effect the contact had on their recent arousals. Glorfindel could not resist placing his hand affectionately at the small of his friend’s back, guiding him to their table, and he felt a tingle of delight as Erestor leaned slightly into the touch.
Little did they realise that to Elrond’s well experienced eye, as well as those of many others in the hall, their actions declared them to be lovers already.