All I ask of you

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Chapter 4.

The dinner was undisturbed, although a few sensed some tension in
the air. Erestor managed to slip a little bottle to the twins without
anyone noticing. He smirked inwardly. If Elladan and Elrohir succeeded
in getting that tea into Feredir’s drink, that  lecherous
bastard would have a hard lesson.

The twins started their approach as soon as they entered the
Fire-hall. Elladan studied their prey for a moment, then went to Feredir,
asking how his evening had been.

Erestor followed their encounter from the other side of the hall
and smirked when the twins and Feredir left together. His smile widened,
when Elladan and Elrohir came back after a while, smiling
triumphantly.

“Well? Tell me did it work?” He asked curiously.

The t wins started to laugh so hard, that they soon had tears in
their eyes.

“I told you. It was a brilliant plan, Erestor! Let’s
just say, that a privy will be his best friend for quite some time now.
We saw him running towards his room, faster than ever he did in
patrols.”  Elrohir smirked smugly.

“And pray tell me, who had had the questionable honor to be
your victim this time?”

The twins turned around, relieved when it was Glorfindel who had
come. The captain had always been quite understanding with them, and
occasionally had even taken part in their mischief.

“Let me assure you, this heroic deed was planned by our dear
Erestor, and accomplished with his gracious help and blessing.”
Elladan said, bowing his head formally. Glorfindel watched his best
friend, who had obvious difficulties hiding his mirth.

“Feredir? Did you…” He started, but found the
truth from their grinning faces.

“Fine. I don’t want to know.” Glorfindel said
quickly, thinking that Erestor was sometimes worse than his former
students. Whatever they had done to Feredir, it was surely much more
embarrassing than his own imagination could ever produce. And the elf had
deserved it all. Glordindel stirred from his thoughts, when he saw Erestor
smiling enigmatically.

“Now is your chance, meldir (my friend).” He said, and
winked to the door. Glorfindel turned his gaze and almost forgot to
breath. Melpomaen had finally arrived.  The elda could only stare at
the young scribe with awe. He had never seen his beloved so beautiful
as he now was. Melpomaen was with his friends, and walked slowly around
the hall, laughing and chatting with them. The young elf had changed
into his formal robes, which suited him beautifully, making him all the
more delicious. His hair was free now, and Glorfindel’s hands
itched to smooth those auburn locks.

Glorfindel waited one more moment, hesitating, wondering if he
should go and talk to him. Finally, he saw his chance, when the minstrels
started to play a slow, romantic tune.

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Melpomaen’s heart started to race when he saw Glorfindel
coming towards him. He tried to act like nothing extraordinary was
happening, even if his friends started to whisper and giggle excitedly. To his
friends, this was really extraordinary; to see the great Balrog slayer
coming, quite obviously straight towards them.  Melpomaen was a
little embarrassed because of his friends' fussing. Now he started to
understand Erestor’s worry for his friend. It must be quite
awkward if Glorfindel had to bear this kind of behavior every time he tried
to socialize with people. Melpomaen tried to ignore giggling and
whispers around them, when Glorfindel finally reached him.

“Do you still remember the promise you gave me, my sweet
Melpomaen?” Glorfindel asked quietly, extending his hand.

“Of course, my L… oh… Glorfindel.”
Melpomaen stuttered, blushing. How in Arda did he manage to get muddled with
his words every time he talked with Glorfindel? Much to his relief,
the elda only smiled when he took the offered hand and they walked to
the dance floor.

Melpomaen felt his knees weakening when Glorfindel pulled him
gently closer. He didn’t know how he would manage this, without
embarrassing himself completely. Never before had someones closeness felt
this heady. Melpomaen didn’t even notice that they had started to
dance slowly. All he knew was that Glorfindel’s powerful body
was against his own, his arm safely around him, his beautiful eyes
looking at him gently.

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Erestor quietly watched the dancing couple. They seemed to be
completely in their own world, and their feelings were visible upon their
faces, for all to see. Erestor was happy for Glorfindel. Too long his
best friend had suffered because of senseless hero worship. Every time
he was pursued, he had to be suspicious if the elf was really
interested to know the real Glorfindel, not just the famed Balrog slayer. Now
anyone could see that little Melpomaen had really, deeply fallen in
love with Glorfindel.

Erestor flinched when Elladan put his arms around his waist. This
was the moment he had waited for, but also feared the whole evening. It
was time for payment.

“Erestor, lirimaer… come with us. “ The young
peredhel whispered with a husky voice and Erestor trembled. But he could
do nothing but comply as he let the twins lead him away from the Fire-
hall.

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Melpomaen could smell Glorfindel’s intoxicating scent, without
noticing, he leaned closer. All his senses craved more of Glorfindel,
more of this heady closeness. Finally, Glorfindel pulled him tightly
against him, and a little whimper escaped from his lips. Never had
anyone stirred Melpomaen’s feelings like Glorfindel. He
couldn’t stop himself anymore, but buried his hands into Glorfindel’s
golden locks, smoothing them tenderly. The elda didn’t seem to
mind. Melpomaen could feel his arousal against his hip, and he also heard
Glorfindel’s heavy breathing. Or was this choked voice his own,
after all? He didn’t know, nor did he care. Writhing with need,
Melpomaen buried his face into Glorfindel’s neck, and felt a
rapidly beating vein right under his lips. Without thinking Melpomaen
pressed his lips upon it, and felt Glorfindel trembling under his hands.

They continued their dancing, until the voices in the hall
disappeared from their senses. Finally, they emerged from their pleasant haze,
noticing that the music had stopped. People around them whistled and
cheered to them.

“Maybe it is time to go now. What if I escort you back to
your rooms.” Glorfindel suggested with a hoarse voice. His little
beloved had really succeeded to get his innermost feelings into complete
turmoil.

Melpomaen agreed gladly. He felt he couldn’t keep his
façade much longer. His senses reeled, his whole body humming with
need.

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When they finally reached Melpomaen’s door, the young elf
asked the boldest question ever.

“Would…would you like to come in, Glorfindel?” He
whispered, smiling shyly. He awaited Glorfindel’s aswer
anxiously, but his heart started to sink when the silence between them
continued. Had he been wrong about Glorfindel’s feelings after all?
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“Melpomaen… my sweet Mel… I would love to come.
But would it be wise?” Glorfindel finally said.

“What do you mean?”

“You should know by now, that I want you very much. This
evening will surely end up with us in bed, if I step into that
room.”

“I… I want that… want you, Glorfindel. I have
never wanted anyone this much.”

“Do you understand what you are saying? I must tell you, only
one night with you wouldn’t be enough for me because I love you
very much. If you want me, you’ll have me… but only for
the rest of our lives.” Glorfindel said seriously. He carefully
studied Melpomaen’s face, and his breath quickened when he saw
unreserved love and trust in his beautiful eyes.

“I love you too. I want you, only you for rest of our lives.
Saes, my Glorfindel… come, make love to me… make me
yours.” Melpomaen whispered, opening his arms. And finally his
heart’s deepest desire became truth, when Glorfindel picked him up,
kissing him gently.