House and Home Series
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
4,203
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
While Children Sleep
Title: House and Home~While Children Sleep
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Semi-Drabble
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: Mention of nekkidness. Some inappropriate touching…meow.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: While children sleep.
A/N: Part of the “House and Home” Series. Follows “Unconditional”.
“Are the children asleep?” Erestor asked as he made a few notations on the parchment in front of him.
“Like bricks,” replied Glorfindel as he quietly stripped his clothing off in preparation for sleep.
Erestor made sure the ink on the page was dry, and he closed his book. As he set the quill in its holder, he watched his beautiful husband wash his hands and face in the basin by the bed. Glorfindel was so perfect, and he never got tired of gazing on that small, delectable body. It was hard for everyone to grasp that one so petite brought down a balrog. Only those that remembered the Golden Lord from Gondolin could attest to the fact that the tiny, golden beauty was indeed the famed Slayer. Erestor was still amazed at the sheer strength that love had lent to Glorfindel in that final battle…not that he had been there to see it. He had been many miles away, fighting demons of his own…
Pushing back dark thoughts, Erestor instead focused on the present. The dark elf stood and came up behind his husband to wrap his arms around him. His much larger form towered over Glorfindel’s. Erestor rested his chin on top of the blonds’ head and sighed happily. He inhaled a deep breath, and he was entranced by the smell of…innocence that Glorfindel exuded.
Erestor ran his hands up and down the front of Glorfindel’s body, loving the feel of hard muscle and sinew under his finger tips. He wrapped his hands around his husband’s waist, and he watched how his hands could almost completely encircle it. He used his grip on Glorfindel’s waist to lift the smaller elf onto the bed, and Erestor then covered his husband’s body with his own. He let his hands travel down from Glorfindel’s waist to the dip of his hip bone, lower to the top of his thigh, and lower still to the reason Glorfindel inflamed Erestor with desire.
Erestor traced the wicked blades strapped to both of Glorfindel’s thighs and sighed lustily into the blond’s ear. No matter how diminutive and innocent Glorfindel was, he was no weakling. This, above all things, was why Erestor loved his husband.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Semi-Drabble
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: Mention of nekkidness. Some inappropriate touching…meow.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: While children sleep.
A/N: Part of the “House and Home” Series. Follows “Unconditional”.
“Are the children asleep?” Erestor asked as he made a few notations on the parchment in front of him.
“Like bricks,” replied Glorfindel as he quietly stripped his clothing off in preparation for sleep.
Erestor made sure the ink on the page was dry, and he closed his book. As he set the quill in its holder, he watched his beautiful husband wash his hands and face in the basin by the bed. Glorfindel was so perfect, and he never got tired of gazing on that small, delectable body. It was hard for everyone to grasp that one so petite brought down a balrog. Only those that remembered the Golden Lord from Gondolin could attest to the fact that the tiny, golden beauty was indeed the famed Slayer. Erestor was still amazed at the sheer strength that love had lent to Glorfindel in that final battle…not that he had been there to see it. He had been many miles away, fighting demons of his own…
Pushing back dark thoughts, Erestor instead focused on the present. The dark elf stood and came up behind his husband to wrap his arms around him. His much larger form towered over Glorfindel’s. Erestor rested his chin on top of the blonds’ head and sighed happily. He inhaled a deep breath, and he was entranced by the smell of…innocence that Glorfindel exuded.
Erestor ran his hands up and down the front of Glorfindel’s body, loving the feel of hard muscle and sinew under his finger tips. He wrapped his hands around his husband’s waist, and he watched how his hands could almost completely encircle it. He used his grip on Glorfindel’s waist to lift the smaller elf onto the bed, and Erestor then covered his husband’s body with his own. He let his hands travel down from Glorfindel’s waist to the dip of his hip bone, lower to the top of his thigh, and lower still to the reason Glorfindel inflamed Erestor with desire.
Erestor traced the wicked blades strapped to both of Glorfindel’s thighs and sighed lustily into the blond’s ear. No matter how diminutive and innocent Glorfindel was, he was no weakling. This, above all things, was why Erestor loved his husband.