Erestor's Gift

Title: Erestor’s Gift (4/?)
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 Four

Elrond caressed the beautiful face. “Because you are so dear to me, my beautiful little one. You have always been there for me. Your sweetness has brightened my days and made me smile when I was sad. Because I care very much for you.” Elrond could not resist, and he lightly touched the sweet lips with his own. Hearing his beautiful little love softly moan, the words came back to him. Tall and slender, stormy gray eyes, dark brown hair, wise and generous, once a warrior, and a friend. Could it be? Was there anyone else who fit that description? There was only one way to find out. “Because it is you I love, my sweet Melpomaen. It is you I want to be with me always,” he whispered.

Melpomaen released the breath he had been holding in a sob, and pulled Elrond’s head down. Tears of joy ran down his face as he said, “Elrond, I love you!”

Elrond’s heart pounded and his legs felt weak as a feeling of the greatest relief and happiness surged through him. He covered the sweet mouth with his own and kissed his little love passionately. Running his tongue over Melpomaen’s lips, he pressed for entry, and groaned when it was granted. He felt slender fingers bury themselves in his hair and pulled the slighter elf closer, savoring the feel of his perfectly shaped body. His hands cupped around two firm round globes and he lifted Melpomaen up against him, crushing their hardened members together. Even through their clothing, he could feel the heat.

Melpomaen wrapped his legs around Elrond’s waist as he was lifted against the stronger elf. Moaning, he ground his groin against his beloved’s as their tongues explored.

When Melpomaen ran the tip of his tongue along the side of his, Elrond moaned and dropped to his knees, then bent to lay his soon-to-be lover on the floor. Never breaking their kiss, he covered Mel with his body, crushing their groins together again.

Melpomaen was on fire. His fingers tore at Elrond’s robes, desperately wanting to touch the skin beneath them. When their mouths finally broke for breath, he cried out, “Take me! Please, Elrond, I have waited so long. Take me. Take me. Make me yours!”

Elrond roared as he rose, ripped his robes off and threw them aside, then did the same to Mel’s. “Oh, Mel,” he breathed, seeing his lover’s body for the first time. “Oh, Mel.” His hands traced up the firm thighs, hips, and a lightly muscled chest. “Oh, by the Valar, you are beautiful! Look at how beautiful you are,” he said, awed by the smaller elf’s perfection. One hand caressed a hardened nipple, as the other traced softly along Melpomaen’s already weeping erection, then ghosted down to gently bury fingers in the plot of auburn curls before moving down and cupping two soft sacs. “Oh, I have to taste you,” he said as he dipped his head to lick the pearly drops gathered at the tip before plunging his mouth down the entire shaft.

Melpomaen screamed his pleasure as he was surrounded by moist heat, thrusting his hips up for more. For years he had dreamed of this, for years he had stroked himself to completion, all the while pretending it was Elrond who has making him spend. But no dream had prepared him for this reality, and he moaned loudly.

Elrond relaxed his throat muscles and took all that Melpomaen offered. Oh, Mel tasted so good! Elrond sucked and hummed, then smiled as his little lover let out a keening wail.

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Glorfindel held Erestor close as he whispered in his ear, “I will never let you go, Erestor.” He caressed Erestor’s head against his chest. “Like it or not, you are now stuck with me forever. It is your punishment for loving me. I will be bothering you in your office and haunting your footsteps day and night, until I fear you will rue the day you agreed to accept my love. You will beg me to leave you be. When that has no effect, you will run to Elrond and beg him to order me to leave you alone so you can work. I will stalk you in the corridors and pull you into doorways to ravish you with kisses. I will hold your hand under the table at meals and you will be forced to try and cut your food with one hand. Wait….I will not be able to cut mine either. This is what we will do: You hold the food down with your fork in your free hand, and I’ll cut it with the knife in my free hand. For both of us, of course. Or I could hold the food down and you could cut, if you’d rather.”

Erestor shook with silent laughter before he finally lifted his head and laughed aloud. “Oh, Glorfindel, you are a silly elf. I do love you, and you may stalk me and pull me into doorways all you wish. And you may cut our food.” He chuckled and kissed the warrior’s lips softly. “Were you going to do something with those rings, my love?”

Glorfindel smiled. “Kiss me first?”

“I just did,” Erestor grinned.

Glorfindel growled and drew Erestor into a passionate kiss. When they finally parted, he said, “That, my love, is a kiss.”

“I love it when you growl. It is very…sensual….seductive,” Erestor purred.

Glorfindel chuckled, then growled softly in Erestor’s ear, causing the councilor to shiver. “What I find seductive is this tunic of yours. Why have you never worn it before?” He ran the side of his face along Erestor’s ear. To his delight, it resulted in another shiver.

“I was afraid to. It is so…different…from what I usually wear. When I saw you in the garden tonight, wearing your beautiful tunic, I….I wanted to wear something nice for you.”

“Hmmm…were you trying to seduce me, Erestor?” Glorfindel teased.

“Maybe. Just a little.” Erestor grinned. ”Did it work?”

Glorfindel laughed aloud. “What do you think?”

Erestor ran his hands up Glorfindel’s arms and shoulders, all the while eyeing his luscious neck. Lowering his head, he ran his lips lightly along the golden flesh. “Are you going to make me beg for my ring?”

It was Glorfindel’s turn to shiver. “Ring? What ring?”

“Glorfindel!”

“Oh, that ring!” He gave Erestor a kiss. “The one in the box.” Another kiss. “The matched set of rings.” A longer kiss. “Happy begetting day, Erestor.” A very long kiss. “So you liked your broach?” A very, very long kiss.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor panted out, “by all that is holy, you will wish for the balrog again.”

“Oh, how very exciting. What are you going to do to me?” A long kiss. “Please tell me you are going to attack me. I think I would quite enjoy that.” A very long kiss.

Erestor snarled.

“But my love, you said you only wanted more of my sweet kisses.” Glorfindel smiled, then took a deep breath. “Forgive me for teasing you, Erestor. I am a little nervous and afraid.”

“Why?”

“I am afraid you will change your mind.”

“Never, Glorfindel. I will never change my mind about you. It is impossible. Will you let me get the rings, then?”

Glorfindel nodded gratefully. “I would like that.”

Erestor picked up the box and opened it, then examined the silver rings and smiled when he saw the engraving. “Golden flowers and a raven. They are so beautiful. Glorfindel, promise me you will not make me wait a year before we can exchange these rings for golden ones? I do not think I can bear to wait that long. It is not like we had just reached our majority, and neither of us have family here on Arda to object.”

A smile lit Glorfindel’s face. He had been so afraid Erestor would want to wait the normal year before they married. “I do not think I could wait a year either. We will speak to Elrond tomorrow, and then see how fast we can have gold rings made, if that is all right? Or is that too soon? Whatever would please you, my love.”

Erestor smiled shyly and looked into Glorfindel’s eyes. “That would please me very much, Glorfindel.” He took the larger of the two rings and placed it on Glorfindel’s ring finger.

Glorfindel took the smaller ringer and slipped it onto Erestor’s finger, then kissed it in its place.

Erestor beamed at Glorfindel. “I still cannot believe everything that has happened tonight. You have made me so very happy, my love.”

“Nor can I, Erestor.” Glorfindel rolled Erestor off of his lap, then drew him down to lie comfortably on the plush fur rugs. He wrapped his arms around the smaller elf and pulled him close. “I do not want you to leave tonight. Will you stay with me? I promise I will behave. I just want to hold you and kiss you.”

Erestor nodded. “But what if I want you to misbehave?” Erestor asked, nuzzling into Glorfindel’s neck.

Glorfindel chuckled. “I think that can be arranged. Hmmmm….Erestor? You wouldn’t want to take off this beautiful tunic, would you? We wouldn’t want it to get wrinkled, would we?”

“I think you might want to remove yours as well. It could get…. torn…. or something,” Erestor purred, starting to unfasten the clasps on Glorfindel’s tunic.

“Erestor….how much…..do you want me to….. misbehave? Just a little? Or more? Or…..?”

Erestor continued to unfasten Glorfindel’s tunic, then as he helped the warrior remove it, he spoke softly. “Truly, love, I thank the Valar we have been such close friends for so long, or I think I would have a very difficult time telling you this.” Erestor folded up Glorfindel’s tunic neatly and set it aside, and then removed his own tunic folded it, and laid it on top of the other. He laid back down in Glorfindel’s arms and caressed his face. “I have dreamed of making love with you. For years I have brought myself to completion dreaming it was your hand on me. My love for you is hunger that is crying out to be filled. My soul cries out to join with yours. I crave you, Glorfindel. My body craves you. I have never had a lover, and now I will join with my soulmate for the rest of eternity. I want that joining to happen after we are wed. I want it to be the most precious, sacred moment of my life, the consummation of our vows to one another.”

Erestor’s words brought tears to Glorfindel’s eyes. “Then we will wait, beloved. I have waited this long for you; I can wait a little longer. I love you too much to ever do anything you do not want, Erestor,” Glorfindel said softly. “I …never had…no one has ever spoken of such love before to me.” He was nearly overcome from the expression of Erestor’s love for him, and his tears escaped down his face. “You have given words to the feelings of my heart for you, my love.”

Erestor leaned up and gently kissed away the tears. “I want you. I want to feel you, to touch you, to taste you. When you kiss me, it takes my breath away, and I burn for you. You have lived two lifetimes. You have known a lover before. You have been in Mandos’ Halls and lived in the Undying Lands. Please, tell me, Glorfindel, if we touch, if we satisfy the cravings of our bodies, will it take way from the binding of our souls on that day? Valar, how I want you, but I do not want to take away from the bliss of our joining.”

Glorfindel understood what Erestor was asking. “No, my love. It will not detract from our binding. If we touch, or taste, it will not bind our souls, nor will it take anything away from that blissful moment. Only by the physical joining of our bodies will our bonding be complete and our souls joined forever. This I swear to you.”

Erestor placed his brow on Glorfindel’s and wound his hands through the golden mane. “Then kiss me. Touch me. Taste me. Satisfy this hunger for you that is burning within me.”

Tbc….