Awakenings

Part 6.


Erestor sat beneath the oak holding the flute tightly in one hand. He had practiced for hours the previous night and couldn’t wait for Ecthelion to here how perfectly he could play the note. He looked up when hearing someone approach. And his heart leapt into his throat, three other lads were approaching. He recognised them, he had seen them before in Glorfindel’s training group when waiting for his friend to finish. And he remembered one in particular from years ago. His sneer had not changed, neither had his bravado façade as he walked in front of the other two boys towards him. This was the boy who had given him coal one Yule. This was the boy who still bothered him whenever he made the mistake of getting in the way of his eye line when Glorfindel was not around. He felt relief wash over him as he spied Ecthelion walking towards him in the distance. If only his new friend would hurry so they could leave and avoid a scene.

“I see you’re not with your body guard.”
“If you are referring to Glorfindel he is not my body guard, he is my friend.”
“We know, though none of us understand why.”

Before Erestor could reply there was a hesitant call from behind the small group of elves.

“Erestor?”
“Ecthelion! Come let us go!” Erestor quickly rose and took Ecthelion by the hand to lead him away. But Ecthelion, never having met the other elves paused in his ever polite manner.

“Are these some of your friend Erestor?” He asked looking between the three boys and Erestor. His brow furrowed in confusion as the other elves burst into fits of laughter.

“No, they are not. Come let us go!”
“Did you say your name was Ecthelion?” The leader of the other elves asked, seeing how desperate Erestor was to drag him away.
“That’s right.” He answered with a smile.
“A word of advise, I know you are new here so you were not to know, but stay away from this one. Trust me if you befriend this one than you will find yourself feeling lonely on the training grounds. Come with us, we‘ll introduce you to the right crowd.”

Ecthelion frowned, looking to Erestor who simply glared at this other elf. He felt anger begin to build up within him as the obnoxious elf snatched the flute from Erestor’s hand. Erestor cried out and reach for it, but the other elves simply laughed at his efforts.

“Look! He plays the flute! Will you be backing bread and cupcakes for us next? You could never wield a sword Erestor.”
“I could if wanted to I simply choose not to!”
“Nay, anyone who plays the flute and spends their day in a class room could not wield so much as a daisy!” By now the three elves were in hysterics, they did not expect what came next.

Ecthelion snatched the flute from the boys grasp and stood before him unafraid.
“I’ll have you know that is MY flute. And I assure you the next time you look upon me it will be from the flat on your back and with my sword pointed at your throat! I‘ll see you on the training grounds.” He finished in a low voice.

The other boys looked with mouths open as Erestor who was now smiling in surprise followed Ecthelion as he headed down the side of the hill. Once out of hearing and seeing range Erestor leapt upon Ecthelion, shocking the young elf but making him laugh also.

“That was wonderful! I think he was actually afraid of you!”
“Well, he deserved it. I’ll have you know the flute is a very masculine instrument.”

Both boys paused for a moment looking at one another before erupting into chuckles. They were still giggling when they stood before the gates of Glorfindel’s home, and then upon the front steps of the large wooden door. It was Glorfindel’s mother who had opened the door and welcomed them both inside, calling Glorfindel down a moment later. Ecthelion had stood shyly and formally bowed to Glorfindel’s mother as Erestor gaily chatted with her, Glorfindel’s mother had a rather soft spot for him he knew, it was Glorfindel’s father that disliked him. Although he was unsure of what he had done to displease him so.

Eventually Glorfindel had beckoned them both upstairs where Erestor enthusiastically retold their encounter with the other elves beneath the oak to the blond. They stayed in his rooms for some time, Erestor played his note that he had perfected and had received much applause for it, and Ecthelion had even taught him a few more. Eventually the sound of Glorfindel’s mothers voice beckoned them downstairs to eat.

They sat quietly at the table. Glorfindel greeting his father as he sat, Erestor falling quiet in the older elf’s presence as always, and Ecthelion politely greeting him and then thanking Glorfindel’s mother for his servings upon his plate.

“So Ecthelion, what house do you belong to? I do not believe Glorfindel has brought you home before.”
“I am from the house of the fountain.”
“Really?” He had replied interestedly. “I know of a few soldiers from that house, is your father one of the guards?”
“Nay, he is lord of the house.”
“Oh really?” He rested his fork on the plate as he smiled at Ecthelion. “I have but had the pleasure of meeting your father once before, he is a virtuous elf.” Erestor resisted the urge to role his eyes, he really did not like Glorfindel’s father much.
“Thank you sir.”
“’tis no wonder you get along with son, having so much in common. Tell me how is your training coming along? Are you in the same group as Glorfindel? we are most proud of Glorfindel for being selected to be in the top group.”

For the next hour Glorfindel’s father continued to engage Ecthelion in a discussion of lordly matters and battle technique, something Erestor knew nothing of. Glorfindel was pleased his father had taken to his new friend and gaily piped in every now and then. It was only Glorfindel’s mother who noticed Erestor stare glumly at his plate as he was left out.

“Tell me Erestor..” she spoke once there was a pause in the conversation, “..how are your studies coming along?”
“They are coming along well, my lady..” Erestor smiled thankfully at the she elf for including him in the discussion finally. Although as Glorfindel’s father looked away mockingly with a slight shake of the head and one brow raised he felt frustration well up in him and blurted out something he had intended to not share.

“…actually I have been invited to live in the kings court as an apprentice to his councillors.”

Many thing happened at this point. Glorfindel’s father turned back with an almost impressed expression on his face, his mother had immediately congratulated him before turning concernedly to Glorfindel, who had dropped his fork and was presently choking on his food. Ecthelion simply uttered a ‘wow’, his eyes wide.

“You..” again Glorfindel paused to cough and felt his mothers hand gently slap his back. When his airway was clear he looked disbelievingly and pleadingly towards Erestor. “You’re leaving?! But you can’t! What about us?!”

As soon as Glorfindel had said the words he had regretted them, for his father had looked at him sharply, displeasure written all over his features. Erestor did not know it but Glorfindel’s father had many a time raised his voice to him when speaking of Erestor. Not wanting his son to get to close to his friend in a way he thought inappropriate. Not simply because they were both males, but because Erestor was of such a low station, and Glorfindel heir to house of the Golden flower.

“I mean…E-Ecthelion and I, what about us?!” Although Erestor knew exactly what it was Glorfindel was really asking.
“I didn’t say I was actually going.” Glorfindel had immediately slumped in his chair and sighed in relief, his reaction not missed by his father.
“You’re not going?” Asked Ecthelion in near disbelief, “Erestor, not many are invited to live at the kings court! And most certainly not as young as us!”
“You are foolish to pass this up boy.” Replied Glorfindel’s father sternly, seeing an opportunity to separate his son form this elf he did not entirely approve of.
“He’s right Erestor, its your dream to be a high councillor some day, you could actually achieve it this way.” Glorfindel replied sadly and reluctantly, as much as he loved Erestor, he wanted his dreams to come true.
“Oh they are holding the position for me…” he replied breezily, “For whenever I am ready. I…had thought that perhaps I would go when you become apart of the kings guard Glorfindel, that way, we will not be separated.”

Glorfindel’s reaction was instant, he shot out of his chair and knocked Erestor out of his in a flying hug, both laughing happily. Both Ecthelion and Glorfindel’s mother looked on with amusement, whilst Glorfindel’s father continued to look disapprovingly at the young dark haired elf his son was holding onto so tightly.

“Is that not pushing your luck, and perhaps a little ungrateful Erestor?”
“Ada!” Glorfindel had frowned at his father for Erestor had blushed and looked all of a sudden very uncomfortable. But none the less the elder persisted.

“You are offered a chance many would appreciate, yet you make them wait until you are ready?”
“They…they said it was fine, they understand that I am yet still young and that I may wish to continue my studies and not yet leave home. I was assured it was not a problem and that the position is there for when I am ready, Mater Quell assured me.” He finished quietly and considerably deflated.

“That is still taking liberties you have not the station to take if you ask me.”
“Beloved can I see you in the other room?” His wife asked with an obvious clipped edge to it. “Congratulations Erestor ‘tis wonderful news.” She said and smiled affectionately to Erestor as she pulled her husband gently by the arm into another room.

“How is it that everyone besides your mother that knows you dislikes me Glorfindel?”
“That is not true.” Glorfindel attempted to soothe gently.
“Nay it is not, for I like you very much Erestor.” Ecthelion said, gently squeezing Erestor’s shoulder.

Erestor perked up and smiled at Ecthelion thankfully. They could hear voices raised slightly in the other room, and Glorfindel fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Perhaps Erestor and I should go?” Ecthelion suggested.
“That’s probably a good idea.” Glorfindel whispered with an embarrassed blush.

By the time His mother and father had come out of the adjoined room Erestor and Ecthelion had left, and Glorfindel sat quietly by himself at the dinning table. He took one look at his parents, a look that told them he had just been humiliated in front of his friends because of them. Glorfindel’s mother stepped forwards sympathetically but he simply pushed his chair back with a screech and left the room. Missing the apologetic look on his fathers face.


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It was dark outside and it was late. Glorfindel had snuck out from his rooms large terrace, through the gardens and into the street. Luckily for him he knew the way to Erestor’s house blindfolded so the dark did not hinder him in the slightest, though he wished it had not been raining so very heavily. Swiping away his hair that plastered to his face and in his eyes, he grinned deviously as he spied a light lit in Erestor’s bedroom. Climbing the small tree that luckily stretched out towards the window he peeked through the exceptionally small terrace (for it was an exceptionally small house being a son of carpenter) and saw that Erestor’s bedroom was empty.

Hopping onto the terrace he silently let himself into his friends room, he smiled when seeing the bathroom door ajar and when hearing Erestor’s singing coming from the inside. Pushing the door quietly open he bit the inside of his cheeks when seeing Erestor, who luckily had his back to the door as he lay in the small tub. Singing. And not your usual beautiful melodic elvish sort of singing. But the kind of singing one does when thinking they are alone, the type of singing which is extremely out of tune and half the words incorrect.

The tub was full of bubbles, so from Erestor’s shoulders down his body was concealed. But his long dark hair hung heavily and away from his face, partially hanging over the side of the bath and dripping onto the floor. He lay there playfully flicking the water and bubbles with his fingers, singing and humming gently to himself. Using all his stealth Glorfindel snuck and crouched behind the tub and then took Erestor by surprise by wrapping his arms about his slim shoulders and kissing his cheek. Laughing uncontrollably as Erestor squeaked in reply.

“Glorfindel! What are you doing here?!” He asked with a bright smile.

Glorfindel moved to crouch beside the tub and smiled as Erestor seemed to grow shy and sink into the water further, trying to gather the bubbles around him.

“Erestor! If I have swallowed your seed down my throat I fail to see why you grow shy now!” He laughed.
“Maybe, but you have never seen me completely naked before.” Erestor replied smiling shyly.
“That’s a point, not to mention lathered in bath oil.” He uttered stretching his neck and trying to blow away the bubbles. Erestor swatted his shoulder whilst giggling, Glorfindel simply stared at him for a moment, a content smile upon his face. ‘How I adore him’ He thought.

“What?” Erestor asked quietly, a blush staining his cheeks at the thoughtful and loving way Glorfindel was looking at him.

Glorfindel did not reply, instead he carefully pulled opened his tunic and took out a single rose, cradling it delicately. He himself had been soaked from the rain, but he had shielded the rose he had plucked from his own garden, careful as to not crumple any of the petals. Silently he ran the delicate petals along Erestor’s jaw line before letting Erestor take it in hand.

“Glorfindel, you’re being so romantic.” He whispered.
“May I kiss you, my prince?” He whispered in reply.

Erestor had sighed and leaned forwards himself, stroking the blonds cheek as he kissed him sweetly, holding his rose close as he did so. Erestor rubbed his nose against Glorfindel’s and kissed both of the blonds cheeks before again chastely kissing his lips.

“Is this why you came here? To give me a rose?” He asked softly as he stroked back some of the damp blonde locks.

“Aye, and to congratulate you about the apprenticeship, I’m so very proud of you. Also…to apologise,” he ducked his head and then looked back up looking pleadingly to Erestor. “for the way my father acted. I’m so sorry Erestor.”
“It doesn’t matter, You’re not responsible for him, and I’m in love with you, not him.”
“I love hearing you say that.” He said huskily as he stole another kiss.
“I love you…” Erestor teased, wanting another kiss, which he received, this time with a growl as a tongue slid into his mouth.
“And I love the way you kiss me…” Another kiss, another growl.
“And I love the way you look at me..” Another kiss, another growl.
“And I love the way you touch me..” A deep kiss, and a hand dips into the bubbles.

Erestor moaned as he felt Glorfindel’s hand ghost up the inside of his thigh.
“Coming in?” He whispered with a smile, continuously brushing his lips against Glorfindel’s.

“But I’ll get wet.”
“Glorfindel! You’re already wet!” Without waiting for a response Erestor took Glorfindel by the shoulders and hauled him in with a splash. Glorfindel had looked stunned at Erestor for a moment with his mouth hanging open and bubbles sliding down the side of his face. Slowly a grin split across his face as he realised he was laying atop of a completely naked and lathered up Erestor.

Carefully he took the rose out of Erestor’s hand and laid it upon the bathroom floor so as not to be damaged, before straddling a naked Erestor’s hips and looking down at him seductively. Slowly he peeled off his soaked through tunic, exposing his firm and chest that was slowly developing and becoming more defined. As he pulled the tunic down his arms where it clung Erestor took some of the suds from the water and spread them across and down the blonds chest, watching as the bubbles slid down the chest to soak into the waistband that was just above the water level.

“Glorfindel, you’ve make me hard.” He whispered.

Glorfindel gasped as the bubbles trickled down his chest, and bit his lip as he looked down at Erestor. Erestor had never looked or sounded so seductive to him. Leaning down he whispered into Erestor’s ear as a wicked idea came to him.

“Turn onto your stomach Erestor, I have an idea.”

Erestor did as he was bid, looking over his shoulder he watched as Glorfindel untied the lacings to his leggings to free his hard length. For a moment his eyes went wide at the thought that this could be it. That Glorfindel wanted to loose his innocence right there and then. Fortunately Glorfindel caught the nervous look and rushed to reassure.

“No no Erestor, when we do, there will be flowers, and candles, and a big soft bed. I promise. I have a different idea in mind.”

He leaned over Erestor, resting most of his weight upon him as he parted the cheeks of Erestor’s backside and leaded his shaft between him.

“Glorfindel?” Erestor asked with a gasp.
“Shh, it’s alright, I wont go inside of you I promise.”

Glorfindel moaned as the pert round globes closed around his throbbing length. He let one hand grasp the side of the basin between where Erestor’s held on tightly. With his other he reached round and enveloped Erestor’s own hard cock and began stroking. As he began stoking he also thrust and rubbed his hot rod between Erestor’s cheeks, moaning loudly at the sensation.

“D-does it feel good?” Erestor asked breathlessly.
“Gods yes, just think, if I were to just rub, and push a little harder…I’d be inside you.” He finished in a whisper by Erestor’s ear.

Water sloshed over the side of the tub, moans filled the bathing chamber, water and sweat droplets ran down brows and backs as they rocked together. The side of their faces pressed together, mouths were agape in identical ‘O’ shapes as both panted harshly, wet blond and black locks mixed messily together. Every so often they would turn their head for a messy kiss, to lost in passion to maintain it for more than a few seconds. Erestor grinned when Glorfindel actually whimpered and buried his face into the crook of Erestor’s neck. A shiver ran through him as the head of Glorfindel’s arousal continuously brushed over his opening. And then with a cry into the soft flesh of Erestor’s neck Glorfindel came, his seed shooting over Erestor’s back, only to be washed away by the water a moment later. He stroked Erestor’s length once, twice, three times before the flesh jerked in his hand, the seed shooting out and at once again mingling with the water.

Glorfindel then turned Erestor easily back around in the water and lay beside him in the water, his leggings soaked through and twisted about his thighs. They stayed that way only for a moment, as Erestor turned and laid atop of Glorfindel, gripping his chin possessively and kissing him deeply.

“You…” he looked Glorfindel square in the eye, “..are unbelievable.”

Glorfindel grinned and was again taken by surprise as he was again kissed possessively. When they pulled apart Erestor rested and curled his naked body around Glorfindel’s side, resting his head on the blonds shoulder and smiled as strong arms encircled him.

“Can you stay a while, come to bed with me? Just for a little while?”
“I will have to go back before dawn.”
“Alright, I just want you to hold me tonight Glorfindel.”
“That’s alright, do think there will be a day when we will lay in the same bed together and wake together, as other lovers and couples?”
“Aye, and maybe we’ll even have a cat.”

Erestor chuckled and snuggled closer, Glorfindel pulled him closer when he shivered in the now cold water.

“We should get out, we’re getting all wrinkly.” Erestor said with a sigh.

Glorfindel made a show of looking down at their flaccid members. Erestor had snorted and swatted his shoulder before holding his fingers up to the blonds face.

“My fingers silly, they’re wrinkly.”
“Oh my sweet Erestor!” He exclaimed dramatically, as he kissed each finger tip.
“Come.” Erestor chuckled and pulled Glorfindel from the bath. Just as they stood something surfaced in the water with a squeak. Curiously Glorfindel picked it up and then slapped his hand over his mouth so as to not scream with laughter. He turned back to Erestor who had buried his face in his hands, and embarrassed smile on his lips.

“A rubber duck Erestor?” He said with barely contained mirth, Erestor walked up to the blond, plucked the offending childhood bath companion from his hand and tossed it back in the bath.
“I have no idea how that got there.” He managed to say with a straight face. Soon enough both were giggling uncontrollably as they headed towards the sleeping chamber.

Erestor helped Glorfindel peel of the remainder o his clothes and hang them over the side of his small terrace in a feeble attempt for them to dry. Wanting to sleep flesh to flesh they went to bed naked and curled up impossibly close. Erestor sighed in bliss as Glorfindel’s arms held him possessively close, spooning behind him and kissing his cheek and shoulder.

“This has been the most amazing night of my life. I love the feel of you holding me” Erestor whispered, turning slightly so as to see into adoring blue eyes.
“I love you to..” he smiled down at Erestor, kissing his lips slowly and lovingly.
“…I swear next time, I’m getting you a whole bouquet.”

Giggles travelled through the bed chamber.