A Warrior's Destiny

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Chapter Five

It was a busy, stressful time for everyone. The main part of the army was busy with Sauron’s forces south of this place, and so for the elves it was really a race against time to be ready to defend their new home. It seemed that the large stone defences were set up in no time at all, enabling the elves to concentrate on more robust building work behind those lines. In time it would come to be known as Imladris, and later Rivendell to the mortals of Middle-Earth. Glorfindel found himself called upon for no end of tasks, one of which became organising the vast forces of elves who had come along specifically to help with the building work. Glorfindel wondered why Elrond and his advisors had decided to come straight away. Once most of the main house was built they could have sent for the Lord to join them. It would have made much more sense and been much less dangerous. But Elrond had insisted, and Glorfindel had to admit that Elrond’s large tent was more than adequate for all that was required. It by necessity became a planning and meeting room, as well as living quarters, being divided into smaller areas inside.

Besides, if none of them had come, then Thenindhír would not be here either, and he was Glorfindel’s pleasure. Every bit of time off he spent with the elf – and yet it wasn’t enough. He barely had ten minutes in the day to call his own, and so they both began to steal time to be together. He had truly never known a more gentle and submissive male. Thenindhír would do anything to please him, and Glorfindel was sometimes glad of that when he was tired and worn out from seeing to the crews and trying to get the main buildings completed in time for winter. Well, he would do anything but take the lead. It bothered Glorfindel sometimes; who began to wonder if there had been some terrible relationship in the elf’s past that had made him so desperate to please. But then, he probably wasn’t as concerned as he should be and he found himself taking advantage of it. Who wouldn’t?

They had eaten lunch together beside one of the waterfalls that Elrond seemed so entranced with. Glorfindel had some ideas for harnessing their power, and he spoke of them excitedly now. Elrond had given permission to experiment with the idea as long as the machinery could not be seen, and that the final results had the approval of the architects who were also great artists, chosen for their vision.

“I mean, can you see it, Thenindhír? Such power…” Glorfindel sighed when he felt his lover’s lips on his neck. The light kiss was enough to silence him, and to turn his thoughts to other things. Thenindhír was undoing his leggings now, and Glorfindel decided to protest at that, but then his lover’s fingers were there, touching him, and all Glorfindel could do was moan. Moving down, the fingers were replaced by lips and an eager tongue. Teasing at first, swirling around, and then moving so fast and light over his cock that Glorfindel cried out loudly and pulled Thenindhír’s head closer to him demandingly. His lover obliged, stopping the teasing to take Glorfindel into his mouth. Just the head of his cock, slightly teasing, so that Glorfindel wanted to move forwards into the wet and warmth; the heat of Thenindhír’s breath was a sweet torture in itself.

They had done this so many times, and not for the first time, Glorfindel wondered if Thenindhír was doing this for Glorfindel, or for himself.

“You don’t have to do this to please me,” he said through gritted teeth, trying not to show how it affected him because that would void his words. Thenindhír stopped, and then smiled shyly.

“I know…” He became a little flushed, and Glorfindel had never seen anything so endearing. “I want to,” he began, looking away. “I like to.” Glorfindel would have doubted it, but then he saw the secret smile and decided to let it pass. And he would indeed let it pass when it began again. Oh! So wonderful! Glorfindel bit his lip when Thenindhír swallowed him, sure that he must reach completion just for the thought of it.

He cried out, and he felt Thenindhír smile around him, but then the elf turned more seriously to the task at hand, and Glorfindel moaned his lover’s name over and over, seeing the image of Thenindhír swallowing his length even when he closed his eyes. When Glorfindel cried out some time later, helpless to stop himself spilling in that sweet mouth, Thenindhír swallowed his seed too, and then lingeringly cleaned his lover of all that was left to taste and to savour. They were in silence for a moment, and then Thenindhír smiled.

“I love to do that,” he reiterated, giving Glorfindel a playful look. “I mean, do you know how you sound when you sigh and moan like that?” Yes! This was what he had been waiting for! Some spark of life, some sign that the other elf wasn’t just playing a part. Glorfindel grinned.

“Do I sound anything like you?” he returned quickly. “Shall we find out?” Thenindhír moved back, but not fast enough to stop Glorfindel pinning him to the ground. He actually struggled.

“Please,” he said, resisting Glorfindel’s attempts to free his own hardness to the warrior’s attention. Why would he resist? It only made Glorfindel more determined. And besides, he loved to have Thenindhír just like this. He trapped the elf’s legs beneath him and then proceeded to undo his leggings, laughing lightly under his breath as he did so at Thenindhír’s clumsy attempts to turn Glorfindel’s determined fingers away with his hands.

“Do you know what you will use the power for?” he blurted out. “Do you believe it will work? Have you been thinking of this for a long time?” By this time, Glorfindel had freed Thenindhír’s erection and was pleased to find that despite his protests he was hard and ready for what Glorfindel wanted to do.

“Yes, yes, and yes,” he said, wanting to laugh at the outburst, before moving swiftly down to engulf the other elf’s hardness with his mouth. Thenindhír let out a long, keening cry, arching up into his mouth so that Glorfindel had to relax his throat muscles quickly to make it easier on them both.

Soon enough Glorfindel had his lover gasping and almost out of his mind with pleasure. He stopped. “So,” Glorfindel began slowly. Thenindhír whimpered, his swollen member standing hard and desperate in front of Glorfindel’s lips. He flicked out with his tongue to tease the head briefly. Thenindhír moaned. “Do you sound like me at the moment?” he asked coolly, watching Thenindhír’s face closely.

“Yes! Please, Glorfindel!” Glorfindel didn’t need to be asked twice, and before long, the two were resting trustfully in each other’s arms, sated and happy – but late for work. Glorfindel sighed. He could stay a few more minutes. The waterfall made the air taste fresh here. Fresh and cool. He had grown used to their talks afterwards, and so Thenindhír’s questioning didn’t come as a surprise.

“Do you remember anything about being…” Thenindhír seemed to be searching for the right word.

“About being dead?” Glorfindel suggested easily, smirking when Thenindhír flinched. Then he held the other elf close. “No,” he admitted. “All I know is one minute I was fighting fire, and the next – birds.”

“Birds?” Thenindhír repeated, perplexed.

Glorfindel remembered, and smiled at the memory; the beating of the tiny wings that had sounded like the fiery whip of a monster. “Birds.” Glorfindel nodded, and then kissed Thenindhír deeply to save his questions. He didn’t know the answers anyway. He pulled back. “I have to get to work,” he whispered, and Thenindhír pulled him close again, demanding another kiss before he left. Things were good, Glorfindel reflected.

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Later that day, Glorfindel had the chance to report to Elrond how close the main body of the house was to completion. They had been at work for a couple of months now, and some places were habitable. Glorfindel mentioned this, and said that if Elrond wished he could begin to move in some of his things.

“I wouldn’t suggest living in there yet though. There is still much work to be done, and we are not always tidy.” Elrond nodded.

“Oh, Erestor says that one of his students has mentioned the idea of harnessing the power of the waterfall to him.” Glorfindel nodded. “Yes, he thinks it’s a good idea, so now I have apprised the architects that we will have to find some way of fitting your idea into the grand scheme. I am surprised you didn’t mention it to him yourself,” Elrond noted, and Glorfindel shrugged.

“Well, you know how busy we all are,” he replied. Glorfindel would have to arrange to meet with this Erestor at some point – but it could wait.

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Swearing, Glorfindel read the note for the second time. It still didn’t change. After his early experiences with Erestor’s ideas, he had expected to get on well with him. But now they had been in Imladris for a while, and things were beginning to look promising, the damned advisor was starting to put pressure on the teams of builders to get on with finishing the library and meeting rooms. Not to mention the offices. Glorfindel shook his head.

Wandering over to a group of the building team, he was surprised to hear Erestor’s name mentioned, and listened closely.

“He’s a cold, quiet, manipulative character if you want to know. They all say it. He was the same in Lindon.” The speaker was one of his most trusted elves, and Glorfindel took note of his words. Usually he was right about people, and after the advisor’s recent behaviour, he was in no mood to disagree or to temper his disrespect.

“Well, I just know I don’t like him,” pointed out another, then a gasp was elicited from the group when they realised Glorfindel was listening.

“I’m sorry, Glorfindel,” the second speaker began, “but he’s not very friendly if you ask me.” He looked away, and Glorfindel shrugged.

“Do you think I am going to disagree with you? Have you seen this?” He waved the note around, and shook his head. “He makes my job next to impossible!” Glorfindel sat down on a rock and held his head in his hands in frustration. The elves around him all murmured at once – they knew all about how demanding Erestor was. Most of them were in charge of small work teams, and Erestor didn’t even leave them alone to get on with it.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not my place,” said one of them. “But why don’t you speak to him? We’re all finding it difficult. We all want to see Imladris defended before we begin on projects that can wait.” The rest of the group muttered their assent, and Glorfindel suddenly looked up.

“You’re right!” he said decisively. “I should see him, and tell him a few things.” With that he stood up and walked away again. This time straight to the tents that were close to Elrond’s. He had to ask which one of them belonged to Erestor, and then he walked straight in without bothering to call out his name. He wasn’t surprised to see Thenindhír here. His lover had gained a position as an assistant of sorts to the advisor, and Glorfindel smiled warmly, but then he remembered why he was here, and his voice was harsher than he intended it to be.

“Where is Erestor?” he demanded, making Thenindhír jump and whirl around, dropping the book he was holding.

“Glorfindel!” Before Thenindhír could bend to pick up the book he had dropped, Glorfindel was before him, and had scooped it up and put it on one of the makeshift shelves. Thenindhír always seemed so nervous when they met. Glorfindel still hadn’t managed to solve his mysteries. “Oh! He isn’t here,” Thenindhír breathed, shaking slightly at the warrior’s nearness. Glorfindel couldn’t help but find that delicious, and he rubbed his body against the elf deliberately, smirking when his eyes fluttered closed.

“Well,” Glorfindel purred, reaching out to pull his lover close. “I did come to see him. Perhaps I should wait until he returns. This can’t be put aside.” Thenindhír surrendered to a kiss, and then pulled back a little.

“But you can’t!” he insisted. Glorfindel raised his eyebrows. “I mean,” he said quickly, “Erestor won’t be back for a long time.” Thenindhír shook his head, and then he seemed to realise what he had said, because he began to back away from Glorfindel slowly, seeing his intentions. “But, I can’t –”

“Oh, yes, you can.” Glorfindel had no qualms about taking his lover here. On Erestor’s desk. In his very office. In fact, the disrespect of the thing appealed to him. He would enjoy thinking about it afterwards. He advanced on Thenindhír until the other elf was pressed against the makeshift bookshelves. Perhaps he had grown too used to the elf’s submission, but Glorfindel didn’t even spare a thought to how it would be for him to work in here, knowing what they had done.

Before long, Glorfindel had silenced all of his lover’s protests, and had him exactly how he wanted. Thenindhír was naked and bent over Erestor’s desk. Glorfindel fairly threw the severe wooden chair to the side and moved behind the elf. Luckily he was carrying oil. He had intended to steal some time to be with Thenindhír later on, and so now he used it to prepare the other elf, taking his time so that eventually his lover was trembling and desperate to feel him.

“Ask me,” Glorfindel demanded, enjoying the other elf’s submission at a time like this.

“But I don’t think we should be doing this, Glorfindel.” He whimpered a little. “Please.” He wasn’t moved to pity. In fact, it infuriated him. It was almost as if his lover were taking Erestor’s side over his. Glorfindel stopped Thenindhír from rising by placing one large hand over the back of his neck. With the other hand, he began to torment him again, slipping his oiled fingers into him again and again. Just not quite enough to be satisfying. After some minutes had passed he asked again, and this time Thenindhír obeyed him.

“Please, Glorfindel. Please, take me.” Glorfindel didn’t require anything further, and he did take Thenindhír. Sometimes he liked it this way. Rough and hard, almost uncaring. He watched Thenindhír’s hands clench on the desk as he was pushed forward by Glorfindel over and over again, his face and his shoulder pushing the papers Erestor had been working on off the desk onto the floor. Really, he enjoyed the duality of it. Taking Thenindhír and showing his feelings for Erestor at the same time. It was perfect, and Glorfindel slowed down to enjoy it.

Still, it seemed to take his lover a long time to climax, even when Glorfindel reached around to give encouragement with his hand. Perhaps the environment was an effect on him, but Glorfindel didn’t give up, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction when he had Thenindhír crying out his name while spilling his seed onto the desk. Following his lover, Glorfindel cried out Thenindhír’s name too.

When it was over he helped his lover to stand, and pulled him close for a kiss before reaching down to tie the laces of his leggings. Glorfindel himself hadn’t bothered to undress, and he was a little shocked when he pulled back and saw that Thenindhír had been crying.

Looking around him, Glorfindel suddenly felt guilty. The papers that had lain in neat, organised piles were now scattered and crumpled. Some of the newly written notes were smudged and beyond help, but he began to tidy them up anyway, ashamed at his behaviour. Glorfindel sighed. One more thing to blame this Erestor for.

“Don’t worry, Thenindhír,” he said soothingly, trying to straighten a few of the more rumpled sheets of paper. “It will be all right. Just explain to him that I came around and was a bit angry. It won’t be far from the truth.” He stopped babbling when Thenindhír’s hand covered his.

“No, it’s not that,” he said, sighing. Glorfindel turned to look, and was astonished when his lover fell to his knees in front of him, throwing his arms around Glorfindel’s waist and pressing his face against the warrior’s stomach.

“Then what is it? What is wrong? I’m sorry, Thenindhír. I shouldn’t have taken you here. We should have gone somewhere else.” Glorfindel sighed and reached down to play with his lover’s hair, wishing he hadn’t been so selfish, but Thenindhír seemed to encourage it. He was so accepting and submissive – no one could resist taking advantage a little, it was impossible! But then his lover looked up at him, and he was smiling. Glorfindel relaxed and smiled back down at him, caressing his face. Such soft skin.

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He had cried, and the sight of Glorfindel trying to straighten his desk and give the untidy reports and notes a semblance of order just made him feel worse. How had it come to this? Erestor didn’t want to be submissive. Until Glorfindel came along he never had been the submissive partner – something that always surprised those males who courted him. But in his deception he had willingly gone along with whatever Glorfindel wanted in order to get at the truth. Now he was paying the price.

The selfish way Glorfindel had taken him was entirely his own fault. He had allowed that kind of attitude and behaviour – perhaps even encouraged it. But it didn’t make him feel any better when he realised that here, in his own space, he was still Glorfindel’s toy. How could he stop what was happening? He couldn’t. And it would have been so easy to deal with if he were entirely dishonest, if he did hate it so much – but he didn’t.

He found himself wanting simultaneously to tell the truth and to preserve the lie. To make it stop, and to beg for more. And at the back of his mind he sensed Glorfindel’s mood, and he knew that the sex here was meant to show a lack of respect for Erestor – for him. When it became obvious that Glorfindel expected him to enjoy it. Indeed, that Glorfindel expected him to find release, Erestor almost panicked. But then Glorfindel was touching him at the same time as taking him. Yes, relentless, encouraging and demanding. Glorfindel got what he wanted, as always, and that was when the tears came. His body was a traitor to him. It had put Glorfindel’s wishes before his own, and it made him feel used somehow. There was nothing between them except a lie, and when Glorfindel called out Thenindhír’s name, there it was again.

When Erestor fell to his knees before Glorfindel, it was with a simple desire that frightened him. Despite knowing the truth, and all that it entailed, he had been made to find pleasure in it. Glorfindel had made him enjoy what had happened to him, and it touched something sexual in his mind. It had awoken something. For a moment Erestor wanted to confess, and to beg for Glorfindel’s favours as surely as the made-up Thenindhír would – and sometimes did.

A cold, rational part of his mind registered the fact that Glorfindel didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he couldn’t help it. Here and now was as close as Erestor had ever come to true submission. He would gladly endure anything Glorfindel put him through, and he almost wanted to tell the truth just to see what the warrior would do to him. He stopped himself just in time, knowing that Glorfindel’s reaction would not involve any of the dark, shadowy fantasies in his mind. These were his thoughts. And when he realised that, Erestor also realised something else. The sense of surrender he felt had nothing to do with Glorfindel – he had done this to himself. This was due to his dishonesty. After all, if he were not Erestor, then it wouldn’t mean a thing for Glorfindel to take him here. It was actually amusing. Erestor couldn’t help but smile. And then he looked up at Glorfindel.

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“Did he make you angry?” Thenindhír asked. Glorfindel rolled his eyes and looked around. He left Thenindhír to go and pick up the note from the floor and showed it to his lover.

“He is impossible!” Glorfindel exclaimed. “I cannot work to his orders! Imladris won’t be worth a thing, no matter how great a library it has, if Sauron’s orcs come marching in to burn it to the ground!” Thenindhír nodded slowly.

“I could talk to him for you. He listens to me, sometimes.” Thenindhír gave a strained little smile, and Glorfindel pulled him to his feet. Their lips met naturally, and Glorfindel tried to make up for his selfishness with that kiss.

“If you can make him back off on just that part.” Glorfindel pointed to a part of the note, while Thenindhír looked at him with darkened eyes. Then he nodded.

“I will try, meleth nín,” he said gently. Glorfindel gave him a pleased smile. It was the first time his lover had used such an endearment with him, although he gave little proofs of his feelings all the time. Glorfindel felt he was forgiven.

“I promise we won’t do anything here again, all right?” Thenindhír nodded. “No matter how much he annoys me,” Glorfindel finished with a sigh. He was pleasantly surprised when Thenindhír gave him a quick kiss without any encouragement. But he had to get back to work, and he left Thenindhír with a promise to meet later and make up for this mess he had made.

Before the end of the day, Glorfindel didn’t regret seeing Thenindhír instead of Erestor. The advisor sent another note, wherein he backed off on most of his more difficult demands, saying that Thenindhír had things to say about the defence of Imladris that made sense. And from then on, whenever Glorfindel had a problem with Erestor, he saw Thenindhír, and more often than not, Thenindhír managed to solve their differences.


To be continued…


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