ERESTOR/GLORFINDEL: WHAT WEBS WE WEAVE
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Adult ++
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10
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Fighting Practice
Grunting and groaning, their loud voices carrying on the breeze like echoes rising from a deep gorge, Glorfindel and Elladan chased each other around the training grounds of Imladris, their swords clashing.
Erestor, on his way to an urgent appointment with Elrond, his arms full of important documents, heard Glorfindel’s grunts rising lustily on the air and stopped in his tracks. Letting go of the pages so that they flew everywhere, he picked up the hem of his robes and began running toward the compound where the warriors practiced.
“Oh, no!” he cried when he reached the fence and saw Glorfindel and Elladan grappling with each other, both naked from the waist up, their sweat-covered torsos glistening in the sunlight. Erestor cast off his confining robes and leapt over the fence, ignoring the gate. “Break! Break up now!” he yelled, grabbing Elladan by the arm. He spun Elrond’s son around to face his accusing glare.
“Erestor! What?” Elladan had time to say only this one word before Erestor silenced him with a deadly glare.
Erestor turned on Glorfindel with a vicious stare darkening his eyes. Glorfindel flinched and stepped backward a few paces.
“Now I know what you have been doing behind my back!” he shouted as he stripped off his tunic, exposing his slender but strong upper body. He bent down to pick up Elladan’s sword. “Fight me!” he cried, waving the weapon at Glorfindel.
“But, Erestor, you are a scribe! A lore master! Not a fighter!” cried Elladan.
Erestor turned on Elladan and forced him back with a steely glare. “You should know that your father wants me strong as befits his second-in-command,” he growled. “I have learned the art of swordsmanship from the best!”
He turned his attention again to the astonished Glorfindel. “Let us fight as naturally as possible,” Erestor commanded, and dropped the sword so that he could strip off the rest of his clothing. Elladan gaped in appreciation and Glorfindel looked worried.
“Take off your trousers, Glorfindel,” Erestor ordered him, bending to pick up the dropped sword. Elladan watched in appreciation from a safe distance.
Glorfindel did as he was told, tucking his sword under his arm as he stripped off his pants. When he was ready, he stood facing Erestor and Elladan. It was evident that all three Elves were excited. “Can I take mine off too, Erestor?” asked Elladan.
“No!” Erestor shouted. “Leave your pants on! I will not allow any more of your invidious actions to come between Glorfindel and myself!”
“You have misunderstood, Erestor!” cried Glorfindel.
“Shut up! You are a lying dog!” Erestor hissed and with one mighty swing of Elladan’s sword he disarmed Glorfindel, the blond warrior’s weapon clattering to the ground as he and Elladan stood in stunned silence. Pressing the blade against Glorfindel’s throat, Erestor drove him backward to the wall of the nearby building. Without wasting a moment, he pulled Glorfindel’s right leg up so that its bent knee hugged his waist and pulled the warrior’s hips forward. Bending his knees slightly, Erestor positioned himself so that his arousal had access to Glorfindel’s passage.
“We can’t do this!” cried Glorfindel.
“Shut up, I said!” growled Erestor. He was inflamed by the sensation of Glorfindel’s hardness against his inner thigh and by the blond Elf’s resistance. With one push, he was in.
“Ai! Ai!” yelped the blond as he was repeatedly rammed into the wall by Erestor’s driving hips. Erestor was panting, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
Elladan had had enough. He ignored Erestor’s command and yanked off his trousers. He fondled his own erection for a moment, then he stooped to pick up his sword and approached the two Elves grunting and rutting against the wall. Sticking the point of the sword into Erestor’s back, he said, “Turn around.”
Erestor, on his way to an urgent appointment with Elrond, his arms full of important documents, heard Glorfindel’s grunts rising lustily on the air and stopped in his tracks. Letting go of the pages so that they flew everywhere, he picked up the hem of his robes and began running toward the compound where the warriors practiced.
“Oh, no!” he cried when he reached the fence and saw Glorfindel and Elladan grappling with each other, both naked from the waist up, their sweat-covered torsos glistening in the sunlight. Erestor cast off his confining robes and leapt over the fence, ignoring the gate. “Break! Break up now!” he yelled, grabbing Elladan by the arm. He spun Elrond’s son around to face his accusing glare.
“Erestor! What?” Elladan had time to say only this one word before Erestor silenced him with a deadly glare.
Erestor turned on Glorfindel with a vicious stare darkening his eyes. Glorfindel flinched and stepped backward a few paces.
“Now I know what you have been doing behind my back!” he shouted as he stripped off his tunic, exposing his slender but strong upper body. He bent down to pick up Elladan’s sword. “Fight me!” he cried, waving the weapon at Glorfindel.
“But, Erestor, you are a scribe! A lore master! Not a fighter!” cried Elladan.
Erestor turned on Elladan and forced him back with a steely glare. “You should know that your father wants me strong as befits his second-in-command,” he growled. “I have learned the art of swordsmanship from the best!”
He turned his attention again to the astonished Glorfindel. “Let us fight as naturally as possible,” Erestor commanded, and dropped the sword so that he could strip off the rest of his clothing. Elladan gaped in appreciation and Glorfindel looked worried.
“Take off your trousers, Glorfindel,” Erestor ordered him, bending to pick up the dropped sword. Elladan watched in appreciation from a safe distance.
Glorfindel did as he was told, tucking his sword under his arm as he stripped off his pants. When he was ready, he stood facing Erestor and Elladan. It was evident that all three Elves were excited. “Can I take mine off too, Erestor?” asked Elladan.
“No!” Erestor shouted. “Leave your pants on! I will not allow any more of your invidious actions to come between Glorfindel and myself!”
“You have misunderstood, Erestor!” cried Glorfindel.
“Shut up! You are a lying dog!” Erestor hissed and with one mighty swing of Elladan’s sword he disarmed Glorfindel, the blond warrior’s weapon clattering to the ground as he and Elladan stood in stunned silence. Pressing the blade against Glorfindel’s throat, Erestor drove him backward to the wall of the nearby building. Without wasting a moment, he pulled Glorfindel’s right leg up so that its bent knee hugged his waist and pulled the warrior’s hips forward. Bending his knees slightly, Erestor positioned himself so that his arousal had access to Glorfindel’s passage.
“We can’t do this!” cried Glorfindel.
“Shut up, I said!” growled Erestor. He was inflamed by the sensation of Glorfindel’s hardness against his inner thigh and by the blond Elf’s resistance. With one push, he was in.
“Ai! Ai!” yelped the blond as he was repeatedly rammed into the wall by Erestor’s driving hips. Erestor was panting, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
Elladan had had enough. He ignored Erestor’s command and yanked off his trousers. He fondled his own erection for a moment, then he stooped to pick up his sword and approached the two Elves grunting and rutting against the wall. Sticking the point of the sword into Erestor’s back, he said, “Turn around.”