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Erestor's Secret
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
13,057
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Nimue, Nemesis, Naira & Orleans - thank you so much for reading and for the fb! I'm so glad you like it.
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Jayn - thank you! Regretfully, guys like Dringion don't get the message quickly.
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Title: Erestor’s Secret (3/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Glorfindel deals with Dringion.
Chapter 3
Erestor awoke in the morning with a smile still on his face. He had dreamt of Glorfindel’s kiss. Taking extra care of his appearance, he bathed, brushed his hair until it shone, and dressed in stunning robes of rich blue and silver. He was still smiling when he joined Ecthelion for breakfast.
“Did you sleep well, little brother?” Ecthelion asked as Erestor joined him at the table.
“I did, thank you, Thel,” Erestor smiled. “And you?”
“Oh, I slept fine, Erestor, thank you. And did you dream last night?”
Erestor blushed a lovely shade of rose and smiled shyly at his brother. “Yes, I did. Lovely dreams.” He lowered his head and started to eat.
“Erestor, you will not forget that Glorfindel is just pretending, will you? I do not want to see you hurt by all of this,” Ecthelion said gently.
“I have not forgotten, Thel. I know he is pretending just to help me, but it is still nice. I had no idea that it would feel so good to be kissed. Thel. . . .is it always so nice?”
“Well, I suppose that depends on who is kissing you . . . or who you are kissing. If you really like someone, it can be very nice,” Ecthelion answered.
Erestor nodded. “I understand. I will not forget, Thel. Do not worry.”
Glorfindel arrived shortly after they had finished their meal. He and Erestor left together, riding the short distance to the palace together on the warrior’s horse. “You look particularly lovely this morning, Erestor,” Glorfindel said, happy to have Erestor sitting in front of him and wrapped in his arms.
“I . . .thank you, Glorfindel,” Erestor replied. “You look very handsome too.” Glorfindel was wearing a splendid blue and gold tunic with dark blue leggings.
Glorfindel smiled, glad Erestor couldn’t see his face. He just wished he knew for sure if Erestor had been merely pretending the previous night, or if his kiss had really affected the young elf. There was really only one way to find out, but it would have to wait for later. His first order of business would be Dringion.
Arriving at the palace, Erestor slipped lithely from the horse’s back and waited as Glorfindel turned his horse over to one of the palace stable hands.
Glorfindel took Erestor’s hand, smiled at him, and they entered the palace, taking a long corridor to the councilor’s office. Standing across from Erestor’s door was Dringion. The guard glanced at the couple with a noticeable smirk. Glorfindel felt Erestor grip his hand tighter as the younger elf tensed. “Erestor, will you go into your office and wait for me there?” Glorfindel asked softly.
Erestor nodded, and with a cautious look at Dringion, went into his office and closed the door behind him.
Glorfindel stood and looked seemingly emotionless at Dringion. The guard said nothing, but continued to smirk at the golden lord.
Without warning, Glorfindel had crossed the hall, grabbed the guard by the front of his tunic, and slammed him hard against the wall. An instant later, his knee thrust up and into Dringion’s groin. As the guard groaned in agony, Glorfindel said quietly but forcefully, “If you ever come close to him or touch him again, I will kill you with my two bare hands, and damn the consequences. Erestor is mine.” Still holding Dringion by the front of his tunic, Glorfindel slammed the guard against the wall again, the resounding crack of his head against the surface, most satisfying. Releasing Dringion’s tunic, Glorfindel’s fist struck his face as the guard crumpled onto the floor in a fetal position, moaning. He turned his back to the guard and walked into Erestor’s office.
“Glorfindel?” Erestor looked up in alarm, hearing Glorfindel’s heavy breathing. “What happened? Are you all right?” Jumping up from his desk, he hurried to Glorfindel’s side.
Glorfindel took a deep breath, calming himself after what he had done. He had wanted nothing more than to kill the smirking, arrogant guard who had dared to touch and threaten Erestor, and the realization of this fact troubled him. “I am well, Erestor.” At the sounds of a commotion outside the door, Glorfindel said, “Come, sit with me,” and taking Erestor by the hand, led him to a long sofa that sat against the far wall.
Erestor stared toward the sounds coming from outside his door. “What did you do, Glorfindel?” he whispered, sitting down on the sofa next to the warrior.
“I merely taught an arrogant guard a little lesson in manners, Erestor,” Glorfindel replied calmly. “I do not think Dringion will be bothering you again.” He smiled at the beautiful elf beside him. “I am the Lord of my house; you are the brother of the Lord of yours, and one of our king’s councilors. Do not worry, Erestor. Dringion will say nothing that will make himself look weak in the eyes of others.”
Erestor nodded and relaxed somewhat. The sounds were moving off down the hall. “Did you hurt him badly?”
“Only badly enough so he knows I meant what I said. I do not believe he will bother you again, Erestor. But just to make sure, I will speak to his captain and ask that he be assigned to another part of the palace.”
Still holding onto Glorfindel’s hand tightly, Erestor asked, “You do not think he will bother me when you and Thel are gone?”
“Not as long as he continues to think that we are lovers.”
“I am so sorry to have involved you in all this, Glorfindel. Thank you for taking care of Dringion for me.” Erestor sighed. “Glorfindel, may I ask you another favor?”
“Of course, Erestor. What is it?”
“Will you teach me to defend myself – to fight? Thel has never wanted me to learn. He says there is no need because I have him to defend me, but I would like to be able to learn in case….in case I ever need to again.”
Glorfindel looked at the sweet elf beside him. “I will teach you gladly, Erestor, but there is something I would ask of you in return.”
“What is that?” Erestor asked. “If I am able, it is granted. I owe you much already.”
“You owe me nothing, Erestor, but I will ask for it regardless.” Glorfindel’s voice grew softer. “Will you grant me another kiss from your sweet lips, and another with each lesson?”
“You wish to kiss me now? But there is no one to see us,” Erestor said, suddenly finding it hard to breathe as he searched Glorfindel’s eyes.
“Yes, it is just the two of us here, and I wish to kiss you now. May I, please, Erestor?”
“I . . .I . . .yes, please, Glorfindel,” Erestor finally said. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and licked his lips, just as Glorfindel had told him to do the night before.
“Beautiful,” Glorfindel breathed as he pulled Erestor into his arms. “Such sweet kisses I have never known,” he whispered as his mouth captured the councilor’s. His questing tongue sought and was granted entrance, and curled around its mate.
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel’s mouth captured his in a deeply passionate kiss. Streaks of lightening ran through his body, settling in his groin.
“Glorfindel, what in the name of Manwe did you do to Dringion?” Ecthelion said as he threw Erestor’s door open. “All over the barracks they are talking of how you nearly killed him.” He stared at Erestor and Glorfindel, as the two slowly broke apart. “And what in the name of all that is holy do you think you are doing with my brother?”
Tbc….
HHS - Huggles for all of your support on all my stories!
Leilu - *snorts* Don't think my fluff has killed anyone yet, but I promise there will be angst - lots of it after Gondolin falls. Thanks for the fb!
TanyaG - I'm rather partial to Thel myself - thanks for the fb!
Jayn - thank you! Regretfully, guys like Dringion don't get the message quickly.
Lilly - You made me blush! - thank you! I'm so glad you like my stories.
Title: Erestor’s Secret (3/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Glorfindel deals with Dringion.
Chapter 3
Erestor awoke in the morning with a smile still on his face. He had dreamt of Glorfindel’s kiss. Taking extra care of his appearance, he bathed, brushed his hair until it shone, and dressed in stunning robes of rich blue and silver. He was still smiling when he joined Ecthelion for breakfast.
“Did you sleep well, little brother?” Ecthelion asked as Erestor joined him at the table.
“I did, thank you, Thel,” Erestor smiled. “And you?”
“Oh, I slept fine, Erestor, thank you. And did you dream last night?”
Erestor blushed a lovely shade of rose and smiled shyly at his brother. “Yes, I did. Lovely dreams.” He lowered his head and started to eat.
“Erestor, you will not forget that Glorfindel is just pretending, will you? I do not want to see you hurt by all of this,” Ecthelion said gently.
“I have not forgotten, Thel. I know he is pretending just to help me, but it is still nice. I had no idea that it would feel so good to be kissed. Thel. . . .is it always so nice?”
“Well, I suppose that depends on who is kissing you . . . or who you are kissing. If you really like someone, it can be very nice,” Ecthelion answered.
Erestor nodded. “I understand. I will not forget, Thel. Do not worry.”
Glorfindel arrived shortly after they had finished their meal. He and Erestor left together, riding the short distance to the palace together on the warrior’s horse. “You look particularly lovely this morning, Erestor,” Glorfindel said, happy to have Erestor sitting in front of him and wrapped in his arms.
“I . . .thank you, Glorfindel,” Erestor replied. “You look very handsome too.” Glorfindel was wearing a splendid blue and gold tunic with dark blue leggings.
Glorfindel smiled, glad Erestor couldn’t see his face. He just wished he knew for sure if Erestor had been merely pretending the previous night, or if his kiss had really affected the young elf. There was really only one way to find out, but it would have to wait for later. His first order of business would be Dringion.
Arriving at the palace, Erestor slipped lithely from the horse’s back and waited as Glorfindel turned his horse over to one of the palace stable hands.
Glorfindel took Erestor’s hand, smiled at him, and they entered the palace, taking a long corridor to the councilor’s office. Standing across from Erestor’s door was Dringion. The guard glanced at the couple with a noticeable smirk. Glorfindel felt Erestor grip his hand tighter as the younger elf tensed. “Erestor, will you go into your office and wait for me there?” Glorfindel asked softly.
Erestor nodded, and with a cautious look at Dringion, went into his office and closed the door behind him.
Glorfindel stood and looked seemingly emotionless at Dringion. The guard said nothing, but continued to smirk at the golden lord.
Without warning, Glorfindel had crossed the hall, grabbed the guard by the front of his tunic, and slammed him hard against the wall. An instant later, his knee thrust up and into Dringion’s groin. As the guard groaned in agony, Glorfindel said quietly but forcefully, “If you ever come close to him or touch him again, I will kill you with my two bare hands, and damn the consequences. Erestor is mine.” Still holding Dringion by the front of his tunic, Glorfindel slammed the guard against the wall again, the resounding crack of his head against the surface, most satisfying. Releasing Dringion’s tunic, Glorfindel’s fist struck his face as the guard crumpled onto the floor in a fetal position, moaning. He turned his back to the guard and walked into Erestor’s office.
“Glorfindel?” Erestor looked up in alarm, hearing Glorfindel’s heavy breathing. “What happened? Are you all right?” Jumping up from his desk, he hurried to Glorfindel’s side.
Glorfindel took a deep breath, calming himself after what he had done. He had wanted nothing more than to kill the smirking, arrogant guard who had dared to touch and threaten Erestor, and the realization of this fact troubled him. “I am well, Erestor.” At the sounds of a commotion outside the door, Glorfindel said, “Come, sit with me,” and taking Erestor by the hand, led him to a long sofa that sat against the far wall.
Erestor stared toward the sounds coming from outside his door. “What did you do, Glorfindel?” he whispered, sitting down on the sofa next to the warrior.
“I merely taught an arrogant guard a little lesson in manners, Erestor,” Glorfindel replied calmly. “I do not think Dringion will be bothering you again.” He smiled at the beautiful elf beside him. “I am the Lord of my house; you are the brother of the Lord of yours, and one of our king’s councilors. Do not worry, Erestor. Dringion will say nothing that will make himself look weak in the eyes of others.”
Erestor nodded and relaxed somewhat. The sounds were moving off down the hall. “Did you hurt him badly?”
“Only badly enough so he knows I meant what I said. I do not believe he will bother you again, Erestor. But just to make sure, I will speak to his captain and ask that he be assigned to another part of the palace.”
Still holding onto Glorfindel’s hand tightly, Erestor asked, “You do not think he will bother me when you and Thel are gone?”
“Not as long as he continues to think that we are lovers.”
“I am so sorry to have involved you in all this, Glorfindel. Thank you for taking care of Dringion for me.” Erestor sighed. “Glorfindel, may I ask you another favor?”
“Of course, Erestor. What is it?”
“Will you teach me to defend myself – to fight? Thel has never wanted me to learn. He says there is no need because I have him to defend me, but I would like to be able to learn in case….in case I ever need to again.”
Glorfindel looked at the sweet elf beside him. “I will teach you gladly, Erestor, but there is something I would ask of you in return.”
“What is that?” Erestor asked. “If I am able, it is granted. I owe you much already.”
“You owe me nothing, Erestor, but I will ask for it regardless.” Glorfindel’s voice grew softer. “Will you grant me another kiss from your sweet lips, and another with each lesson?”
“You wish to kiss me now? But there is no one to see us,” Erestor said, suddenly finding it hard to breathe as he searched Glorfindel’s eyes.
“Yes, it is just the two of us here, and I wish to kiss you now. May I, please, Erestor?”
“I . . .I . . .yes, please, Glorfindel,” Erestor finally said. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and licked his lips, just as Glorfindel had told him to do the night before.
“Beautiful,” Glorfindel breathed as he pulled Erestor into his arms. “Such sweet kisses I have never known,” he whispered as his mouth captured the councilor’s. His questing tongue sought and was granted entrance, and curled around its mate.
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel’s mouth captured his in a deeply passionate kiss. Streaks of lightening ran through his body, settling in his groin.
“Glorfindel, what in the name of Manwe did you do to Dringion?” Ecthelion said as he threw Erestor’s door open. “All over the barracks they are talking of how you nearly killed him.” He stared at Erestor and Glorfindel, as the two slowly broke apart. “And what in the name of all that is holy do you think you are doing with my brother?”
Tbc….