Erestor's Gift

Title: Erestor’s Gift (3/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/???
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.


Chapter Three


Elrond stood with his own dinner guest on the balcony, and silently watched the two elves in the garden for a moment longer. The Lord of Imladris and the smaller elf finally turned back into the room and drew the curtains, smiles lighting their faces.

“Oh, Elrond, it is so wonderful. I am so happy for them. Perhaps, one day…”

“One day?” Elrond asked softly, looking down into the other elf’s soft turquoise eyes.

“Perhaps one day, someone will love me like that.”

“Have you ever been in love, my friend?” Elrond asked.

“Aye. I have loved someone for many years now. But he does not know it.”

“Tell me about him?” Elrond motioned the slender elf to a couch, then sat at the end facing his guest, with one leg curled under himself. “I must admit I am surprised that you are in love. I have never noticed you attracted to anyone.”

“I am attracted only to him. There is no one else. There never can be. He has held my heart for many years.”

Elrond’s heart fell. He had waited too long to make his feelings known. And now his little love was in love with another. “Tell me about him?” he asked again.

“Oh, he is so beautiful. So tall and slender, but strong.” The smaller elf leaned against the back of the couch, eyes closed. “His eyes. His beautiful gray eyes. His eyes are so expressive. They sparkle when he is happy and become as a stormy sea when he is sad or angry. Not that he is angry very often, you understand. No, he is the kindest elf I know. No one is ever turned away from his generosity. His hair is the darkest brown and falls like a wave of silk around his shoulders and back. And when he smiles, oh, there is nothing more beautiful. His beauty is matched only by his wisdom. He was once a warrior, but now he fights in other ways.” The voice became quieter and a little husky as unshed tears formed in the elf’s eyes. “I could not help falling in love with him. He is just so good and beautiful.”

Elrond took the little elf’s hands in his own large ones. “Then will you not tell him, my dear friend? You deserve to be loved. I would see you happy.”

The elf opened blue eyes and looked up into stormy gray. “I am afraid, Elrond. I am afraid to lose his friendship if I do. I could not bear that.” The petite elf freed one hand and swiped at the tears starting to escape. “And what about you, my friend? Have you found another love as your lady wished?”

Elrond looked down at his lap and took a deep breath. “I have. There is someone that crept into my heart over many years. But I waited too long, and now this elf loves another.”

“Will you tell me about this elf?”

Elrond nodded, then gave the other elf a small smile that did not reach his eyes. “It is someone who has worked in Imladris for many years. Smaller than average, and slender. Beautiful auburn hair that frames a beautiful face. And the bluest eyes. But it is not just this elf’s beauty. There is a sweetness, a goodness that shines from within.”

The smaller elf freed the hand still held in Elrond’s, rose and walked to the fireplace, staring down into the flames to avoid the Lord’s eyes. Tears flowed quietly and freely down the beautiful face. “Tell me more, please?”

Elrond watched the other elf curiously. “This elf is also a dear friend. Someone I can depend on, who has been there for me for many years. Someone whose company I cherish.” Elrond saw his friend’s shoulders begin to shake, and heard a small sob that could not be contained. Instantly he was at his little friend’s side, drawing him into his arms and pressing the auburn head to his shoulder. “Please, do not cry. I cannot bear it if you do. I am so sorry. Please tell me who you love and I will help you. I will find out if he loves you. I will do anything to make you happy again,” he whispered, stroking the soft hair.

The little elf struggled to stop crying, and finally raised watery blue eyes to look into Elrond’s, unsure of what he saw there. “Why?”

~~~*~~~
Glorfindel brought their wine glasses and set them on a low table, then dropped to the floor next to Erestor. The fire crackled warmly as he drew Erestor into his arms and leaned back comfortably on the large pillows. “Comfortable?”

Erestor sighed contentedly as he snuggled against Glorfindel. “Very.” His cheek rested on the warrior’s chest, and he inhaled deeply, finding the combined scent of Glorfindel and his musky soap extraordinarily arousing. A long, elegant finger snuck up and deftly opened Glorfindel’s tunic a little lower, just enough to allow a clever tongue to lap hesitantly at the golden skin. Erestor moaned. The taste was headier than any wine.

“Erestor…” Glorfindel moaned, gripping Erestor tighter. “What are you….doing? Oh, that feels so good.”

“Hmmm….tasting. Tastes so good,” Erestor mumbled, gaining confidence and moving his mouth and tongue slowly up to Glorfindel’s neck. Turning in the warrior’s arms, he straddled Glorfindel’s hips and wrapped his legs around his waist, then proceeded to feast on his golden love. His mouth nipped and sucked gently around the strong jaw line and up along an ear.

“Oh…Erestor….” Glorfindel’s hands wound around the councilor’s slim waist, then up to gently part Erestor’s tunic and roam across the alabaster chest. “Don’t you want your other….gifts?” Erestor’s mouth on his neck was the most sensual thing he had ever felt.

“This is my other gift,” Erestor whispered, as his hands ran lovingly through Glorfindel’s hair and he kissed the warrior’s eyelids and nose, working his way back down to the luscious mouth.

Glorfindel chuckled, then holding the dark head between his hands, kissed his new lover sweetly. “But I have some other things I want to give you. Please let me?”

Erestor forced himself to relax into Glorfindel’s arms. “All right,” he smiled.

Glorfindel reached over to the low table and took one of the small wooden boxes sitting there. “This is the first one. I ordered it made several months ago. There is no other like it. I did not want to leave it for you this morning. I wanted to give it to you myself and tell you about it.” He lifted the cover and showed Erestor what was inside.

Erestor’s mouth formed into an “O”. “Glorfindel…I do not know what to say. Thank you does not seem enough. It is so beautiful. You had it made just for me?” It was a broach, crafted in gold and onyx. A small raven carved from onyx sat on a golden flower, preparing to pluck a ruby from the center of the flower with his beak.

Glorfindel removed the broach from the box and held it in his hand. “Just for you, my love. You are the raven, and I am the golden flower. It is a symbol my devotion to you. I would do anything for you, Erestor. You have only to ask me. I will do anything to make you happy.”

“Oh, Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered, awestruck by the powerful warrior’s words. “Do you not know your love is all I need to be happy?” He kissed Glorfindel tenderly.

Glorfindel moaned, then deepened the kiss, pulling Erestor even closer. The broach dropped to the floor as he ran his fingers through his love’s silky dark hair. He was glad they were sitting on the floor, because he doubted his legs could have held him. Finally ending the kiss for breath, he held his dark love against his chest. “Sweet Elbereth, Erestor. Your kisses are like fire. They inflame me so.”

“Hmmm…then kiss me again, and I will consume you in my fire,” Erestor purred.

Glorfindel chuckled, then laughed out loud, a hearty, ringing laugh of joy. Holding Erestor’s face in his hands, he said, “Erestor, where are you, and who is this outrageous little imp who has taken your place? Where has my shy councilor friend gone to?”

Erestor laughed with pure happiness. “Oh, I left him in his office for the night. He was a little too boring.”

Glorfindel’s laugh rang out, then he rested his brow on Erestor’s. “I will never be bored loving you, will I?”

“I promise I will do my best to make sure you are not. I love you, Glorfindel.”

“I love you, Erestor.” Glorfindel lifted his head. “There is one last gift I have for you, although I fear it is the poorest.” He stroked Erestor’s soft hair. “The poorest indeed, and it is not worthy of you,” he whispered. “The last gift I offer you is myself - all of me, if you will have me. I would give my soul, my body into your keeping.” He took the second box off of the table and opened it. “These rings I had made shortly after I arrived here. I meant to pursue you then, but my courage failed me when it came to my fears for my own heart. Erestor, will you accept this last gift, unworthy as it is? Will you accept me?”

Erestor looked at the silver rings then up at Glorfindel. Throwing his arms around Glorfindel again, he hid his head in the warrior’s chest.

“Erestor? Will you not answer me?” Glorfindel’s heart was pounding as he waited for an answer. A long moment passed before Erestor finally raised his head. The tears in his eyes did not dim the smile on his face, and Glorfindel drew a shaky breath.

Erestor caressed the face he loved and whispered, “You have saved the richest, most precious gift for last.” He moved his fingers over Glorfindel’s face, tracing the defined cheekbones, the strong chin, and finally moving gently over soft lips. “Sometime in my life I must have done something good to have earned this gift. It is I who am not worthy of you, my heart. It is I whose courage fails me. You have always been the strong and good one. Do you not know how bright your light shines, Glorfindel? I have nothing to give you in return except my own soul and body, for my heart you have had from the moment we met.” Erestor, overcome with his emotions, placed a chaste kiss on Glorfindel’s lips, then buried his head in the warrior’s neck and wrapped his arms around the strong chest. “Never let me go, Glorfindel. Never let me go. I want so very much to be yours forever.”

Tbc….