ERESTOR/GLORFINDEL: WHAT WEBS WE WEAVE
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,090
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
FIGHTING RIVALS
Erestor felt the sword-tip, cold and sharp against his back. He heard Elladan’s voice telling him to turn around.
But he also felt Glorfindel’s lips, soft and inviting beneath his own and he was hungry yet for more of their sweetness. His arousal was encased in Glorfindel’s heat, and Erestor was reluctant to withdraw and stop pressing his lover into the wall behind him. The warrior was whimpering under the relentless pounding of Erestor’s loins into his groin, and from the caresses that Erestor’s hands plied upon his chest.
“I said, ‘turn around’!” Elladan’s voice was more insistent now, pleading rather than angry. The sword blade traced a cold line down his back to the cleft between Erestor’s buttocks.
With a shiver, the scribe released Glorfindel’s mouth and slid out of the blond’s tight passage with reluctance. Turning around as Elladan had ordered, Erestor held up his hands in submission. “As you wish, Elladan,” he said, exasperation causing his flushed face to appear wild. His normally sleek black hair stood straight up from his forehead and blew back from his face in a sudden gust of wind, causing him to look ferocious.
“I want to speak with Glorfindel alone for a moment,” said Elladan, raising the tip of his sword to poke Erestor just below his chin.
“You may not speak to him,” said Erestor, immediately suspicious.
“Glorfindel, go around the corner and wait for me,” ordered Elladan with a wicked grin. “I will join you in a moment.”
“No, you will not!” cried Erestor.
“Erestor, get your things and go back to the house,” commanded Elladan in a voice of steel.
“No! Oh no, the house,” Erestor exclaimed, suddenly remembering his meeting with Elrond. He was now almost an hour late. “Elladan, I have to go quickly! Do not touch Glorfindel under any circumstances! I will deal with you later.” Erestor hastily retrieved his robe, leaving the rest of his clothes on the training field. He pulled it on over his naked body, picked up all of the fallen papers that he could find, and made his way in haste to Elrond’s quarters.
Elladan watched him go and then walked around the corner of the building where he found Glorfindel leaning against the wall, brushing his hair with his fingers and looking dazed. Taking him by the hand, Elladan led him back to the training field. “Let us resume our sword-practice, Glorfindel,” he said.
“Without our clothes?” asked Glorfindel, surprised.
“I wasn’t actually meaning that we should use real swords,” said Elladan.
But he also felt Glorfindel’s lips, soft and inviting beneath his own and he was hungry yet for more of their sweetness. His arousal was encased in Glorfindel’s heat, and Erestor was reluctant to withdraw and stop pressing his lover into the wall behind him. The warrior was whimpering under the relentless pounding of Erestor’s loins into his groin, and from the caresses that Erestor’s hands plied upon his chest.
“I said, ‘turn around’!” Elladan’s voice was more insistent now, pleading rather than angry. The sword blade traced a cold line down his back to the cleft between Erestor’s buttocks.
With a shiver, the scribe released Glorfindel’s mouth and slid out of the blond’s tight passage with reluctance. Turning around as Elladan had ordered, Erestor held up his hands in submission. “As you wish, Elladan,” he said, exasperation causing his flushed face to appear wild. His normally sleek black hair stood straight up from his forehead and blew back from his face in a sudden gust of wind, causing him to look ferocious.
“I want to speak with Glorfindel alone for a moment,” said Elladan, raising the tip of his sword to poke Erestor just below his chin.
“You may not speak to him,” said Erestor, immediately suspicious.
“Glorfindel, go around the corner and wait for me,” ordered Elladan with a wicked grin. “I will join you in a moment.”
“No, you will not!” cried Erestor.
“Erestor, get your things and go back to the house,” commanded Elladan in a voice of steel.
“No! Oh no, the house,” Erestor exclaimed, suddenly remembering his meeting with Elrond. He was now almost an hour late. “Elladan, I have to go quickly! Do not touch Glorfindel under any circumstances! I will deal with you later.” Erestor hastily retrieved his robe, leaving the rest of his clothes on the training field. He pulled it on over his naked body, picked up all of the fallen papers that he could find, and made his way in haste to Elrond’s quarters.
Elladan watched him go and then walked around the corner of the building where he found Glorfindel leaning against the wall, brushing his hair with his fingers and looking dazed. Taking him by the hand, Elladan led him back to the training field. “Let us resume our sword-practice, Glorfindel,” he said.
“Without our clothes?” asked Glorfindel, surprised.
“I wasn’t actually meaning that we should use real swords,” said Elladan.