ERESTOR/GLORFINDEL: WHAT WEBS WE WEAVE

“Elladan!” cried Glorfindel. He followed Elrond’s son out to the training field, where Elladan stopped walking and turned to face him.

“Elladan, I cannot give myself to you anymore. Erestor and I have an understanding, and he becomes jealous so easily. The other night…”, the warrior’s voice trailed off into nothing when he saw a glint in Elladan’s eyes, followed by raised eyebrows.

“I merely wish to spar with you,” stated Elladan, tossing Glorfindel his sword, dusty from the ground. “I was joking when I said we would not be using swords.”

“Shall I get dressed, then?” asked Glorfindel, the sound of relief in his voice as he caught his sword neatly by the hilt and shook the dust free.

“No, no,” Elladan said, shaking his head. He reached up and pulled away the clip that held his long tresses that had been bound to his head. He undid the braids and let his hair fall free to blow in the wind as did Glorfindel’s golden mane. “I prefer to fight in the nude, to be as Eru formed us.”

“Eru did not mean for us to fight each other with swords while naked,” stated Glorfindel, shocked by Elladan’s bold statement.

“Did he not indeed?” asked Elladan and grinned. “Were not the Elves of Cuievíenen discovered naked by Oromë?” He lunged forward in one sudden movement. Caught unawares, Glorfindel did not parry and sustained a gash upon one cheekbone. He gasped and his hand flew to his face.

“You play for real, young friend,” he cried, and wiped away a drop of blood.

“The cut is not deep.” Elladan chuckled. “You will heal. Let us continue.”

The two clashed swords for several minutes until with one great thrust, Elladan’s arm slipped beneath Glorfindel’s and their two bodies bumped together at the hips. Their thighs touched, as well as their arms and sides, brushing against each other to create a friction that was delicious for both of them. When they came apart after their grappling hands met the skin of each other’s backs and slid off, Glorfindel’s gaze rested upon Elladan’s groin, the twin Elf’s penis sitting solid and erect between his legs.

“Oh, Gods,” Glorfindel whispered. He dropped his sword and clutched at his own newly formed erection, trying to hide it. He fell to his knees and began to stroke himself, panting and feeling ashamed, like an animal copulating in the dirt. Tears came to his eyes and he stroked himself with furious abandon, trying to achieve release as soon as possible.

“Glorfindel…”, Elladan dropped to his knees in front of the warrior. “Glorfindel…”, and he cupped the golden Elf’s chin in his hand and raised it. Blue eyes met grey. “Oh, Glorfindel,” said Elladan with a sigh for the third time, and threw his arms around the warrior’s shoulders, hugging him to his chest. He placed his open, panting mouth upon Glorfindel’s lips and parted them with his tongue. He pressed his hips into Glorfindel’s, feeling the warrior’s strong erection slide against his own. He moaned and clasped fistfuls of golden hair, tangling it in his hands.

“No…”, cried Glorfindel as he was pushed to the dirt. Elladan rolled him over, both Elves becoming covered in the dust of the field until they came to a stop, lying on their sides, facing each other.

Elladan broke the kiss and gasped. “We both need release,” he panted.

“Do it, Elladan,” hissed Glorfindel into his ear. “Finish me and I shall finish you,” and he grunted as Elladan’s hand found his erection and began stroking. He grasped Elladan’s penis, slick with its secretions and covered in dirt and grit, and caressed it, trying to slick its juices down its shaft and wipe off some of the dust and cinders.

“Ai, Gods! But I want to ravish you, Glorfindel!” Elladan cried.

“You may only use your hands, Elladan!” Glorfindel gasped. “Make me come! I cannot do otherwise, but I can no longer withstand this temptation that you bring to tease me!”

“Kiss me, then,” cried Elladan, and claimed Glorfindel’s lips again in a bruising kiss as he stroked him to completion.

Glorfindel tore his lips away and bent his head, leaning his forehead against Elladan’s shoulder as he spilled his seed onto the dust beneath him. Elladan soon followed with a lusty cry of “Ai! Glorfindel!” that echoed throughout the grounds.

After a few moments, Glorfindel, feeling ashamed, his cheeks flushed and not wishing to look at Elladan anymore, got to his feet and went to retrieve his clothing. “I know not how I am to tell Erestor about this,” he muttered, shaking the dust from his mane of golden hair. “It was bad enough that you and I had sex the other night. We are lucky he has not found out about that.”

“We have done nothing wrong,” said Elladan. He was edacious, insatiable and feeling completely unsatisfied. “But tonight you must come to my rooms. I must have you again, Glorfindel. This was not enough.”

Glorfindel sighed and pulled on his trousers. He stared hard at Elladan, at the wavy raven tresses falling down his back, at his bright grey eyes and his full lips set in a determined line. He could not deny that Elrond’s son was attractive and delicious. He sighed again, hating himself for his weakness, and turned toward the house.