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Chapter 4
Title: Gifts for Glorfindel
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Contact: jbozovic@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
A/N: Warning: A mix of ‘fluff’ and ‘slash’.
Summary: As Glorfindel’s begetting day approaches he notices that Erestor is behaving strangely and he tries to find out what is amiss with his lover. Meanwhile the young twins finally decide on their own gift for their tutor.
Chapter 4/4
Inhibited was one word that could never be used to describe Erestor’s lover, and with the added sense of freedom their isolated location gave him, Glorfindel gave full voice to his love for the advisor, shouting his cries of ecstasy and pleasure at the top of his lungs.
“Harder, Erestor! Deeper!” he demanded, groaning and writhing wantonly when he realised that the louder he uttered his need, the faster and more forceful Erestor’s thrusts became and the more intense was the pleasuring within the tight passage both for the owner of the silken shaft of steel and the one whose centre of delight it struck time and again.
“Ai Glorfindel… I love you!” Erestor managed to murmur as, without faltering in the rhythm of his movements, he bent to claim his lover’s lips in a bruising kiss.
“I love you too,” Glorfindel replied as midnight blue eyes focussed on eyes as black as the gates of Mordor, both widening in astonishment when small voice entered the private conversation.
“Where is you night shirt, Erestor?” asked a child’s voice that they both recognised as belonging to Elrohir.
“Maybe he lost it,” answered another, that of Elladan.
“He… does…not… need… one… when… he… is… with…me,” Glorfindel said, grunting between each word in time with the movement of his lover’s hips. Erestor almost fainted with embarrassment when he looked up into the innocent eyes of Elrond’s sons, but a quick pinch of his hardened nipples and a feral growl from Glorfindel directed his attention back to his more immediate concerns.
“Stop hurting Glorfindel!” Elladan commanded as he began pounding Erestor’s back while Elrohir tried vainly to separate his elders. Glorfindel pushed the small hands away and held his lover in a possessive embrace.
“He is not hurting me, he is making love to me,” he said as he sought Erestor’s lips for a lingering kiss. “Ignore them and finish what we started, Erestor!” Glorfindel demanded, consumed by the fire coursing through his body as his climax neared and not caring in the least that they now had an audience.
“As you wish, my love!” Erestor replied, unable to deny his beloved’s every need as he thrust even deeper into his lover and released his seed a heartbeat before he felt his hand covered with the creamy warmth that accompanied Glorfindel’s spasms of ecstasy.
“Erestor!” “Glorfindel!” two voices screamed in unison into the almost empty room before the advisor slumped into a listless, but satiated heap against his equally exhausted and thoroughly pleasured lover. They rested like that for a few moments until their panting ceased and then without allowing Erestor to move, Glorfindel turned to face the intruders who, having heard and seen some very strange things, were now looking very frightened.
“Do you need a healer, Will I call Adar?” Elladan asked, thinking that the two had suddenly become ill. Elrohir had acted more practically and covered his naked elders with a sheet as he had often seen Elrond do to his patients, smiling shyly when Erestor offered the child his own smile of gratitude.
“We will definitely need to speak with Elrond,” Glorfindel assured the twins, “but first please explain what you two are doing here. Surely it is well past time you were asleep in bed.” Glorfindel managed to keep his voice stern although he secretly decided the whole situation was more amusing than anything else and he would have laughed out loud did he not know that such a display would upset his beautiful, sensitive lover.
“We saw Lindir disappear behind the tapestry yesterday and we wanted to know where he went,” explained Elladan.
“But why at this hour?” Erestor asked, fully understanding childish curiosity, but suspecting there was more than that to the tale.
“We waited for Lindir to come out and he was very angry when he saw us and said we were not supposed to be in this part of the house,” Elrohir admitted.
“So you two are as disobedient as ever,” muttered Glorfindel under his breath.
“Am I to assume that you did indeed go to bed, and are now taking advantage of the fact that everyone thinks you are sound asleep?” Erestor asked. The children looked confused and unsure how to answer.
“Erestor means did you sneak out of your room thinking you would not be caught exploring when you should be asleep,” Glorfindel clarified, kissing the frown of anger from his lover’s brow ao heo heads nodded their agreement with the seneschal’s words.
“They are only children Erestor, do not judge them too harshly,” he whispered.
“Can I ask a question?” Elladan took his role as elder brother very seriously for one so young. Glorfindel nodded. “Were you and Erestor trying to make a baby?”
“Nay silly, they were ‘making love’, that’s what Glorfindel said they were doing” Elrohir corrected his brother before either of the stunned adults could reply. “What is making love? And why were you moaning?” Elrohir asked innocently.
“Those are questions it is your Adar’s duty to answer, but rest assured neither of us was being hurt,” said Erestor in his best tutor’s voice.
“Indeed we were not,” Glorfindel confirmed, grateful for the sheet that was v=covering them as he slipped his hand between Erestor’s’ legs and softly caressed his lover’s rising member.
“Behave please, Glorfindel. I do not intend to further the children’s education in this matter,” Erestor hissed, his words betrayed by his body as his legs moved apart to allow his lover’s hand better access.
“Elladan please take your brother to your Adar and ask your questions. Also tell him that Erestor and I have an important matter to discuss, but we will speak with him later,” Glorfindel instructed the elder twin. “Oh, and Elladan, please lock the door on your way out,” he added, bending to lick the enticing curve of Erestor’s neck as soon as the children had left. Glorfindel, grinned wickedly as he tightened his hold Erestor’s fully hardened member, moaning with desire when the advisor gasped with pleasure. “Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
Elladan and Elrohir stood at the bottom of the staircase that was the entrance to the lovers’ refuge, listening to the now more familiar sounds from above.
“They are making love again!” Elrohir exclaimed in surprise. “How much love do they need to make in one day?”
“I do not know, but I am sure Adar can tell us. It seems to be a lot though,” Elladan replied sulkily.
“What is wrong?” Elrohir asked as he took his dismayed brother’s hand and lead him towards their parent’s bedchamber.
“We have to find Glorfindel another gift, I do not think he will ever need a nightshirt as long as he has Erestor,” Elladan replied with wisdom beyond his years.
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Contact: jbozovic@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
A/N: Warning: A mix of ‘fluff’ and ‘slash’.
Summary: As Glorfindel’s begetting day approaches he notices that Erestor is behaving strangely and he tries to find out what is amiss with his lover. Meanwhile the young twins finally decide on their own gift for their tutor.
Chapter 4/4
Inhibited was one word that could never be used to describe Erestor’s lover, and with the added sense of freedom their isolated location gave him, Glorfindel gave full voice to his love for the advisor, shouting his cries of ecstasy and pleasure at the top of his lungs.
“Harder, Erestor! Deeper!” he demanded, groaning and writhing wantonly when he realised that the louder he uttered his need, the faster and more forceful Erestor’s thrusts became and the more intense was the pleasuring within the tight passage both for the owner of the silken shaft of steel and the one whose centre of delight it struck time and again.
“Ai Glorfindel… I love you!” Erestor managed to murmur as, without faltering in the rhythm of his movements, he bent to claim his lover’s lips in a bruising kiss.
“I love you too,” Glorfindel replied as midnight blue eyes focussed on eyes as black as the gates of Mordor, both widening in astonishment when small voice entered the private conversation.
“Where is you night shirt, Erestor?” asked a child’s voice that they both recognised as belonging to Elrohir.
“Maybe he lost it,” answered another, that of Elladan.
“He… does…not… need… one… when… he… is… with…me,” Glorfindel said, grunting between each word in time with the movement of his lover’s hips. Erestor almost fainted with embarrassment when he looked up into the innocent eyes of Elrond’s sons, but a quick pinch of his hardened nipples and a feral growl from Glorfindel directed his attention back to his more immediate concerns.
“Stop hurting Glorfindel!” Elladan commanded as he began pounding Erestor’s back while Elrohir tried vainly to separate his elders. Glorfindel pushed the small hands away and held his lover in a possessive embrace.
“He is not hurting me, he is making love to me,” he said as he sought Erestor’s lips for a lingering kiss. “Ignore them and finish what we started, Erestor!” Glorfindel demanded, consumed by the fire coursing through his body as his climax neared and not caring in the least that they now had an audience.
“As you wish, my love!” Erestor replied, unable to deny his beloved’s every need as he thrust even deeper into his lover and released his seed a heartbeat before he felt his hand covered with the creamy warmth that accompanied Glorfindel’s spasms of ecstasy.
“Erestor!” “Glorfindel!” two voices screamed in unison into the almost empty room before the advisor slumped into a listless, but satiated heap against his equally exhausted and thoroughly pleasured lover. They rested like that for a few moments until their panting ceased and then without allowing Erestor to move, Glorfindel turned to face the intruders who, having heard and seen some very strange things, were now looking very frightened.
“Do you need a healer, Will I call Adar?” Elladan asked, thinking that the two had suddenly become ill. Elrohir had acted more practically and covered his naked elders with a sheet as he had often seen Elrond do to his patients, smiling shyly when Erestor offered the child his own smile of gratitude.
“We will definitely need to speak with Elrond,” Glorfindel assured the twins, “but first please explain what you two are doing here. Surely it is well past time you were asleep in bed.” Glorfindel managed to keep his voice stern although he secretly decided the whole situation was more amusing than anything else and he would have laughed out loud did he not know that such a display would upset his beautiful, sensitive lover.
“We saw Lindir disappear behind the tapestry yesterday and we wanted to know where he went,” explained Elladan.
“But why at this hour?” Erestor asked, fully understanding childish curiosity, but suspecting there was more than that to the tale.
“We waited for Lindir to come out and he was very angry when he saw us and said we were not supposed to be in this part of the house,” Elrohir admitted.
“So you two are as disobedient as ever,” muttered Glorfindel under his breath.
“Am I to assume that you did indeed go to bed, and are now taking advantage of the fact that everyone thinks you are sound asleep?” Erestor asked. The children looked confused and unsure how to answer.
“Erestor means did you sneak out of your room thinking you would not be caught exploring when you should be asleep,” Glorfindel clarified, kissing the frown of anger from his lover’s brow ao heo heads nodded their agreement with the seneschal’s words.
“They are only children Erestor, do not judge them too harshly,” he whispered.
“Can I ask a question?” Elladan took his role as elder brother very seriously for one so young. Glorfindel nodded. “Were you and Erestor trying to make a baby?”
“Nay silly, they were ‘making love’, that’s what Glorfindel said they were doing” Elrohir corrected his brother before either of the stunned adults could reply. “What is making love? And why were you moaning?” Elrohir asked innocently.
“Those are questions it is your Adar’s duty to answer, but rest assured neither of us was being hurt,” said Erestor in his best tutor’s voice.
“Indeed we were not,” Glorfindel confirmed, grateful for the sheet that was v=covering them as he slipped his hand between Erestor’s’ legs and softly caressed his lover’s rising member.
“Behave please, Glorfindel. I do not intend to further the children’s education in this matter,” Erestor hissed, his words betrayed by his body as his legs moved apart to allow his lover’s hand better access.
“Elladan please take your brother to your Adar and ask your questions. Also tell him that Erestor and I have an important matter to discuss, but we will speak with him later,” Glorfindel instructed the elder twin. “Oh, and Elladan, please lock the door on your way out,” he added, bending to lick the enticing curve of Erestor’s neck as soon as the children had left. Glorfindel, grinned wickedly as he tightened his hold Erestor’s fully hardened member, moaning with desire when the advisor gasped with pleasure. “Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
Elladan and Elrohir stood at the bottom of the staircase that was the entrance to the lovers’ refuge, listening to the now more familiar sounds from above.
“They are making love again!” Elrohir exclaimed in surprise. “How much love do they need to make in one day?”
“I do not know, but I am sure Adar can tell us. It seems to be a lot though,” Elladan replied sulkily.
“What is wrong?” Elrohir asked as he took his dismayed brother’s hand and lead him towards their parent’s bedchamber.
“We have to find Glorfindel another gift, I do not think he will ever need a nightshirt as long as he has Erestor,” Elladan replied with wisdom beyond his years.