Ebony, Gold and Mithril

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Ebony, Gold and Mithril

Chapter 7


Once the couple were safely behind the closed door of Glorfindel’s chamber, they wasted no time in resuming their passionate kissing. The spark of desire bust into roaring flames of unbridled passion and hands anxious to feel bare skin ripped buttons and ties from carelessly removed clothing so that by the time they fell together on the bed, both were totally naked and aroused to a delightfully painful hardness. Erestor’s throaty moans were becoming ever more needful, and were as music to Glorfindel’s ears as his tongue probed ever deeper into the sweet moistness of his lover’s willing mouth

“Is this what you meant when you told Thranduil you had something to give me?” teased the advisor as he wantonly rubbed their erections together causing a lust filled groan from Glorfindel that sent shivers of anticipation down his lover’s spine.

“This and so much more,” replied the seneschal as he reached for the oil he kept in his night stand. “Let me make you mine,” he whispered seductively.

“Please take me, NOW!” It was a plea uttered with such love brought tears of joy the deep blue eyes that were held by a pair burning black with desire and Glorfindel was almost undone when he felt Erestor’s legs wrap around his waist in open invitation.

No other words were needed and this time when Erestor moaned against the full lips that claimed his, it was with pure ecstasy for not only had that delicious tongue penetrated his mouth once again, but at the same time slick fingers had slid inside and brushed against that part of him that caused pleasure from within. Soon the fingers were replaced by a satin covered hardness and the two rapidly became lost in the ever increasing rhythm of love making. The only sounds in the chamber were whispered words of love that soon gave way to sighs and moans of lust. Their coupling was both brief and intense with neither able to long deny themselves the release that sated their bodies even as it bound their hearts and souls together. At the height of their passion, both screamed each other’s names until their voices were hoarse until finally they collapsed into stillness, content to lay entwined as they waited for their racing hearts to settle in the aftermath of their ecstasy.

“I love you, Glorfindel. I am yours forever,” whispered Erestor against the chest that now glistened with sweat from their exertions.

“I love you too, Erestor. Forever,” responded Glorfindel as he tightened his arms around the one he held against his heart. Their lips met again, but in a kiss that spoke only of the tenderness and passion of their soul deep love. Finally exhaustion overcame them and they drifted off into a restful sleep.

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“This is an excellent vintage. Your gift is much appreciated,” said Elrond as he poured two goblets of wine. Thranduil had been correct when he said that the Peredhel would not be able to resist tasting the wine, and he was more than willing to partake of it as well.

“I knew you would like it, and it is a fitting way to celebrate our meeting after all this time,” replied Thranduil with a smile of genuine affection for his friend.

“I am pleased to see you again, and am eager to begin our talks, but aside from telling you that I have asked Erestor to escort you to the training grounds in the morning, I think we can forgo any formal discussion until the meeting tomorrow afternoon. Now tell me about you and Erestor.” Thranduil raised an eyebrow in query, signalling to Elrond that he apparently had no idea to what his friend referred. “You are obviously more than friends, and it is also obvious that he is in love,” explained Elrond.

“Ai, that is true,” replied Thranduil with deliberate ambiguity and then changed the subject. “You and I have much news to exchange but tell me, how fare your sons and Arwen? It is said she has grown to be even more beautiful than Lúthien?” It was exactly the right question to distract Elrond for quite a while since he was very proud of his children, and ever willing to speak of them. Thranduil listened with genuine interest, and then of courss eqs equally willing to boast of Legolas’s accomplishments.

“They have indeed all grown to be fine young Elves,” commented Elrond when Thranduil had finished speaking. “Now, about Erestor... I think you should be made aware that Glorfindel is in love with him.”

“Ai, so I noticed.” Elrond had made a rare error in judgement and Thranduil decided he would have a little fun at his misguided friend’s expense.

“Are you not concerned?”

“Nay, why should I be? Erestor knows his own heart, and is definitely both loyal and trustworthy as I am certain you know,” declared Thranduil with a knowing smile. Elrond knew he would be a little worried to learn that Glorfindel was a rival and he was surprised Thranduil was not.

“Ai, he is but my seneschal can be very determined when he wants something or someone.”

“And is likely irresistible to most,” commented Thranduil with a grin. There was no denying just how attractive the golden elf lord was. “Have no fear, Elrond. Erestor deserves his happiness and I will not allow anyone to interfere with it.”

“I am pleased to hear you say that,” he said as he cast a glance at the lengthening shadows on the balcony outside. “It is growing dark, I suggest we both make ready for the banquet. What time are you expecting Erestor to call for you?”

“I am afraid I will have to ask you to act as my guide. Glorfindel required Erestor’s assistancea maa matter of some urgency so I told them I would seek you out.” To Thranduil’s experienced eye, the matter between the lovers had certainly appeared to be both ‘urgent’ and likely to make them late for the banquet.

“Then meet me back here when you hear the first dinner bell ring, if you will,” said Elrond with a hint of displeasure. He had no idea what Glorfindel needed Erestor’s help with, and suspected it was merely a ruse to remove the advisor from Thranduil’s company. He was not impressed and decided that Elf lord or not, it was time to have a candid discussion with the seneschal.

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Thranduil finished dressing just as the peal of the bell echoed throughout Imladris, and as he left his chambers, he decided it might be wise to ensure that Erestor and Glorfindel were not so lost in each other that they arrived late for the meal. Elrond was already upset with Glorfindel, and it would not do to make matters worse, especially when there was no real cause. If the lovers did not at least tell Elrond of their new relationship, and soon, then Thranduil decided he would take matters into his own hands. He quickly made his way to the next passageway, at the end of which he knew he would find Glorfindel’s chamber, and upon hearing no movement or sounds of lovemaking inside, deemed it unlikely that he would be interrupting anything. He knocked loudly.

“Glorfindel?”

“A moment,” he replied to the voice that came fro behind the locked door. Unable to resist the temptation, he took a second to kiss his lover’s cheeks before disentangling himself from Erestor’s embrace. He donned a robe to cover his nakedness and walked over to the door opening it just far enough to speak with his visitor, surprised to see Thranduil standing there, dressed in his formal finery and looking exquisite.

“I did not mean to disturb you, but I am due to meet Elrond again in a few minutes and I thought you and Erestor might need… ahem… reminding… that it the banquet begins in an hour.” Glorfindel was secretly pleased to realise that Thranduil had simply assumed he and the advisor were together, and undoubtedly was aware of what they had been doing as well. In that moment he realised he wanted everyone to know of his love for Erestor.

“Thank you, we will see you there shortly, and again, thank you for your assistance,” replied Glorfindel.

“Think nothing of it, I would do anything to see Erestor happy,” replied Thranduil openly.

“As will I,” stated Glorfindel.

“I trust that is so. I consider you a friend, but should hurt or heartbreak come to Erestor by your hands, it is me you will have to deal with,” warned Thranduil. His smile was warm and friendly, but his voice was tinged with ice.

“I understand, but it will not happen.” Thranduil accepted the reassurance, nodded politely and then left to find Elrond.

“Was that Thranduil? What did he want?” asked Erestor who was now fully awake and sitting with his back resting against the head board. He held his arms out and Glorfindel willingly moved into them and nuzzled into the curve of his beloved’s neck.

“Ai, it was. He came to make sure we were aware that it is almost time for the banquet and warned me not to incur his wrath by hurting you.”

“He is a good and dear friend, but I need no protection from you,” said Erestor.

“Nay you do not, but we need to bathe and dress quickly,” said Glorfindel, making no attempt whatsoever to move from the bed, preferring instead to rain tiny kisses over Erestor’s chest.

“Neither of us will move if contcontinue to do that,” whispered his lover as he ran his hand lightly through the gold silk of Glorfindel’s hair. Both were becoming aroused again, and with a great effort of will, Glorfindel gently moved away, and walked towards the bathroom.

“I can do both if we bathe together.” Glorfindel’s wink was positively erotic and Erestor readily agreed to his plan.

“You fill the bath while I go and fetch my robes,” said the ever practical and extremely tidy advisor as began picking up his discarded clothing.

“That will not be necessary. I have something you can wear,” said Glorfindel. He reached into his wardrobe and pulled out the deep blue velvet robe. “I know this is not normally the colour you wear, but I ask you to at least try it on before you decide. I had this garment made especially for you. That was shy I was in your room that day, if you are still wondering. The seamstress needed one of your old robes to use as a pattern.”

“I see. I am pleased that you went to so much trouble, and I withdraw my edict. You are most welcome in my chambers at any time,” said Erestor with a warm smile as he studied the richly coloured garment for a few moments. “What made you chose this colour?” His formal robes were a dark grey, a colour he felt comfortable with, especially because it helped maintain his air of aloofness for which he was well known. Dark hair and dark robes were a combination that did not normally invite unwanted social interaction, and as such had well suited the advisor.

“To be totally honest, I had actually planned to empty your wardrobe one day while you were bathing and leave you only a bright red robe to wear. I wanted to see you in a ‘happy’ colour. I thought it might make you more cheerful to be around, but after that rainy day we spent together. I suspected, nay hoped, that you returned my love and I chose to gift you this instead. There is no Elf in Arda more beautiful than you both within and without and I love you just as you are, my dear Erestor.” Glorfindel hugged his love close as he spoke, and Erestor sighed with contentment as he rested his head on the shoulder that seemed to be moulded especially to suit him and him alone.

There was nothing cold or aloof about his interaction with Glorfindel, he silently told himself, and whilst he expected to maintain an air of staid decorum in public, he wished nothing more than to please his lover, so he decided held dld do as he had been asked. He moved back over to the bed where the garment lay and examined it a little more closely.

“If I am not mistaken, this is the emblem of the House of the Golden Flower,” he said as his fingers traced the design located so that it would lie over his heart. It was embroidered with mithril thread and shone with a brilliance matched only by the love in Glorfindel’s eyes.

“It is and were we in Gondolin, it would be recognised by the people of my House that you have given your heart to one of us,” he explained. “It is likely that Elrond will know the significance of it, if no one else.”

“Then of course I will wear it, for I want Elrond and all of Imladris to know I love you,” said Erestor as he lightly kissed the mithril flower and then more soundly kissed the once great lord of the House of the Golden Flower.

“There is something else about the robe that I think you will like, but it is best explained when you are wearing it,” said Glorfindel with anticipation as he led Erestor to the bathing chamber. They washed quickly, aware that they were still likely to be late despite Thranduil’s timely warning.

Once they had dried each other, they moved back into the bedchamber and Glorfindel quickly dressed in the dark green robes that he wore to all formal occasions. Erestor has just pulled on his leggings and was about to put on his undershirt in when he was stopped Glorfindel’s merry laughter.

“Nay, Erestor, the neck is high enough that you do not need to wear that.” Erestor looked mildly embarrassed at such a suggestion, he always wore an undershirt. His frown changed to a warm smile as he slid into the robe. It was lined with a fabric that was so soft on his bare skin it reminded him of the satiny feel of Glorfindel’s member, and he blushed profusely at such a crude thought.

“Why are you blushing, my love?” asked Glorfindel as he helped with the buttons. Erestor told him what he was thinking.

“That is exactly what you are meant to feel. This fabric is of a very special and rare kind, woven only by the maids of Lothlorien. It is made to heighten physical sensation and give pleasure to both the wearer and his or her lover,” explained Glorfindel as he slowly ran his hands over the fabric covering Erestor’s chest to demonstrate what he meant. The silky material rubbed with excruciating tenderness across Erestor’s nipples, sending sparks of delight directly to his groin.

“I can not wear this in public, Gindeindel. I feel positively indecent to be naked from the waist up even if hidden by the robes. As for below the waist, well see for yourself!” Erestor did mot look down, but merely pointed to his groin that he felt had once again become fully erect.

“Nay, you look. I told you this was an elven fabric, and it hides much, just like the cloaks of Lothlorien.” Erestor’s initial scepticism at the seemingly outrageous claim disappeared as soon as he stood before the mirror and saw no evidence of his full arousal.

“Are your robes lined with same fabric?” he teased as he moved closer to his beloved.

“Decide for yourself,” dared Glorfindel playfully. Very slowly, Erestor ran his hands over the fabric and across the muscular chest, stopping to rub his protruding nipples through the robe, and with a look of pure lust, he moved his hands further down, and felt the bulge he actually could not see. He ran his hand several times over the hardened member, and was pleased to feel Glorfindel arching into his touch.

“It seems you are far more affected than I am, my Balrog slayer,” he whispered wickedly. The feel of the sensuous fabric combined with his lover’s continual stroking at an ever increasing pace was so erotic that Glorfindel could bot contain his pleasure.

“Ai, but you are wearing leggings, I… am .. not... please… do not stop!”

“AHH! ERESTOR!” Glorfindel shuddered his release and fell into arms that were waiting to support him.

“I have decided I will wear these robes after all, my love,” Erestor said as he licked the tip of Glorfindel’s ear. “Shall we go? I believe Elrond will be righteously annoyed if we keep him waiting.”