ERESTOR/GLORFINDEL: WHAT WEBS WE WEAVE

Erestor sat fuming in the library. He had been working all night on the ‘assignment’ that Elrond had given him earlier that day. Tomorrow there was to be a meeting of historians from all over Middle-earth who had been arriving in Imladris all week, and at the very last minute, Elrond had decided that Erestor needed to document each and every statue, piece of artwork, structure and building in Imladris, stating the name of the artist/designer, the date the work was completed and a brief anecdote or history about the piece. Erestor tried to clear his mind of thoughts about various ways he could have Elrond killed, the insufferable martinet that he was, but this really did not seem like the sort of trivial minutiae that Elrond would think of on his own. Erestor looked up from his books and gazed out of the window in front of him. It was still dark out, being 2:00 a.m., but Erestor stared through the glass as if seeing something very clearly.

He had given the twins, Elladan and Elrohir, an assignment very like this one when they had been young Peredhil still under his tutelage. They had protested with vehemence and had squirmed in their seats constantly while completing the many days of work, but they had eventually finished it, and Erestor thought he might know where he had filed it. Almost knocking over his chair in his haste to rise start searching for that old assignment, he bounded with renewed energy to the walls of books and old ledgers and walked along the rows until he came to the section entitled, “Elladan and Elrohir: -- Art History Assignments Completed”, and extricated just the tome he wanted.

Walking back with the large book to his desk, he chuckled as he looked at it. The work was complete. It may not have been up to his own high-quality standards, but he didn’t care. Elrond had asked for a parchment detailing the History of Design of Imladris to be copied out and given to each historian. The historians numbered eight. Erestor estimated he should have the work done by 6:00 a.m. and that was if he were to write it all out by himself without waking up any of the other scribes to help him.

He opened the book and read the first entry.

1. Portrait of Father and Mother by Herendil Terendulion. Handmade gilded wooden frame, 3 X 5, T.A. 400.

The accompanying anecdote read:

‘Artist would have done a better job painting a moustache on Father. He looks positively composed all of face—a huge face—like a frog who swallowed too big of a beetle. A moustache would have made him look funny instead of stupid. Mother looks nice, though’.

Erestor sighed. If he had to rewrite everything the twins had written, the job may take a lot longer than he thought it would. He cursed himself for not checking their work at the time, but then remembered that he had given them this assignment as a “make-work” project in order to keep them occupied while he and Glorfindel were busy ----

A horrible thought crossed his mind. Alarmed, Erestor threw back his chair, letting it clatter to the floor, and dashed out of the library.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Elladan looked stunned to see his twin brother standing in the doorway of Glorfindel’s room dressed only in a bathrobe. “Elrohir!” he exclaimed. “Why are you here?”

Elrohir blinked to see Elladan lying naked upon Glorfindel’s bed. “I might ask you the same question,” he replied.

Glorfindel sat down on his bed. He looked dazed and discomfited, and quickly stood up again. He wandered over to his dresser, picked up a hairbrush and began to brush his golden hair absent-mindedly.

Deciding not to mince words, Elladan said, “I came to seduce Glorfindel. Now get out and leave me to it.”

Elrohir entered the room, shut the door behind him and locked it. “But I am here to do the same,” he said. “And that is because Glorfindel is attracted to me. Therefore, you may get out if you please.”

“I do not please,” said Elladan, looking stubborn, his mouth set in a firm line.

Glorfindel continued to brush his hair with worried strokes, licking his lips and feeling very naughty. He was beginning to be intrigued by the thought of frolicking with both twins at the same time…after all, he had never experienced the intriguingly hairy Elrohir. He licked his lips thoughtfully.

“How can you think Glorfindel is attracted to you?” Elladan continued. “Where did you get that preposterous idea?”

“When we were in the pool just now, I could see that he grew an erection when I came close to him,” Elrohir replied bluntly.

“What?” exclaimed Elladan. “But he and I fought with swords in the nude. We both became aroused and finished each other by hand in the dirt,” he explained in just as blunt a manner as his brother.

“Well, then, it is obvious that he is attracted to both of us,” said Elrohir. “After all, we both look alike, so it is not too difficult to understand that he would find us both irresistible.”

“You are right,” said Elladan. A gleam appeared in his eye. “Do you think -- ?” he started to ask.

Elrohir knew exactly what he was thinking. They both looked at Glorfindel, who was still brushing his hair and trembling slightly.

“Glorfindel, would you please turn around?” asked Elrohir.

Glorfindel put down his brush and did so. He hung his head and looked at the floor.

“Open your robe,” commanded Elladan.

Glorfindel did so slowly.

“There, you see?” said Elladan. “He has become quite aroused by our talk. He wants us, despite his protestations.”

“Oh, my,” said Elrohir, licking his lips. “He is splendid, is he not, Elladan?”

“That he is,” said Elladan. “And I have touched every inch of that beautiful body.” He said this with pride.

“Oh, you have inflamed my passion with those words, brother,” said Elrohir. “I want to do the same and catch up with you. I want to explore every ridge of hard muscle, sinewy flesh and all his soft places with tongue, lips, hands and every other appendage imaginable. Glorfindel, drop that robe and come here, please.”

With knees trembling, Glorfindel did as he was instructed, and shrugged the robe from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. But he maintained his stance, too afraid to move.

“Come along, Glorfindel,” said Elrohir. “We haven’t got all night.”

“Actually, we have,” said Elladan with an evil grin. “You won’t believe how I’ve managed to get rid of Erestor.”

Glorfindel groaned at the mention of his lover’s name. Elladan and Elrohir mistook the groan for passion at the thought of lying with the two of them. “Glorfindel,” said Elrohir wickedly, removing his own robe and revealing his own arousal and his intriguing, hair-adorned body. “Come to the bed now, please.” Elrohir sat down upon one edge and Elladan moved to the other, making room in the middle for Glorfindel.

Glorfindel stared at them. They were practically identical; however, most people who knew them well could tell them apart. Elladan had a bit of a cleft in his chin, and Elrohir had a tiny mole on his right cheek near his temple. And, of course, he did not shave off his body hair. He watched them lie back on his bed, their two lovely, identical arousals pointing straight toward the ceiling. Though he felt guilty for having lustful thoughts about the twins when it was Erestor who should be sharing his bed, the thought of the twins both making love to him at the same time inflamed him. He approached the bed.

“Lie down, Glorfindel,” purred Elladan, and took him by the arm. Glorfindel obeyed, and bent his knees, climbing over Elladan into the middle of the bed.

“Oohh,” said Elrohir. “Stay like that a moment, Glorfindel, on your hands and knees just like that. Look at him, Elladan,” Elrohir sighed. “Isn’t he perfect?” He ran a hand down the long, curved line of Glorfindel’s back, from his shoulders to his buttocks.

“Mmmm…,” said Elladan. “He is lovely.” Elladan caressed Glorfindel’s underside with his hand, from his collarbone all the way down his chest and belly to come to a stop at his jutting erection. Glorfindel writhed and whimpered. He placed his hand around it. “Aahh…he is dripping for us, Elrohir.”

“I need to feel it, too,” purred Elrohir, and placed his hand around Glorfindel’s member where his brother’s had just been. Glorfindel whimpered again and spilled a few more drops of his fluids.

“Whoa, Glorfindel, slow down,” said Elladan. “You are so excited, my love. We haven’t even started yet. Lie down on your back.”

Glorfindel complied and each twin pressed up against his sides. He uttered a mewl of pleasure when he felt the heat of their sturdy arousals pressing into his hips. Both twins began stroking his body from shoulder to thigh, languidly feeling the smoothness of his flesh, palpating his muscles. When they ran their hands over his belly, he writhed and moaned, his member twitching with the urge to be touched by both twins’ hands at the same time. But they avoided touching it, each brother taking a nipple into his mouth instead. They teased his pink nubs with wicked tongues, and then pulled his tender nipples into their mouths, sucking hard with fervent lips. Glorfindel yelped and twisted his head from side to side, clutching at his own cock. The twins’ hands then snaked down his body to his hips and over the tops of his thighs to his genitals. Elrohir knocked Glorfindel’s hand out of the way and grasped his hard cock and Elladan’s hand claimed his balls, closing around them in a warm, tender squeeze and then kneading them carefully. Elrohir’s hand ran up and down the length of his cock appreciatively. The twins released his nipples, leaving them sore and pointed, and began to nibble his ears while massaging his shaft and sac simultaneously. He squirmed under their touches and moaned piteously. “For Eru’s sake, finish me!” he cried.

“Oh no,” whispered Elladan into his ear. “We are going to make this last a long time, my beautiful golden warrior.” The dark-haired Elf then moved his lips from Glorfindel’s ear to his mouth, and began to kiss him slowly but avidly, exploring the warm depths with his searching tongue, while moving his hand upward from Glorfindel’s balls to his chest, and tweaking a nipple in his eager fingers. Glorfindel moaned fiercely into the kiss.

Meanwhile, Elrohir, not satisfied with merely palpating Glorfindel’s shaft, lowered his head down the length of the warrior’s long body, leaving a trail of kisses along its golden side, becoming more aroused as he tasted the delicious skin. When he reached the glorious member, he eagerly plunged his mouth around it, sucking it furiously, causing Glorfindel’s hips to jump off the bed. The golden warrior would have screamed at the feel of Elrohir’s devouring caresses if Elladan did not have his mouth claimed so tightly in a fierce kiss. Glorfindel felt as if he were being devoured in the most delightful way. His arms flailed outward and he clutched each twin closely to him, an arm around Elladan’s back as he kissed him, and the other entwined in Elrohir’s glossy hair, pulling at fistfuls of the wavy tresses, and relishing the prickly feel of his body hairs against his smooth, tender skin.

Elrohir wanted to suck Glorfindel’s cock until he made him come, but he knew he should stop now, because Elladan would surely want to wait to take him, and have him penetrate one of them as well. He wondered who it would be, him or Elladan.

While Elrohir was pondering this, the handle of Glorfindel’s door suddenly began to rattle. Someone was trying to get in, but couldn’t because the door was locked.

“Glorfindel!” came a voice from behind the door. “Glorfindel! Why is your door locked? Let me in!”

“Oh, Mandos in chains! It’s stupid old Erestor!” cried Elrohir. “Go away Erestor, damn you!” he cried out loud, annoyed at being forced to stop sucking Glorfindel’s beautiful cock.

There was total silence as all three Elves on the bed felt a sense of doom approaching.

Suddenly the door fell in with a loud bang as it was kicked open by the mighty blow of an insistent foot. Erestor was standing in the doorway, greeted by the sight of his lover lying on his bed surrounded by two lusty twins, all three with huge erections.

With two strides Erestor was at the bed. He pushed Elrohir off of Glorfindel and onto the floor, and took a swing at Elladan, who fell onto the floor on his own. Erestor then strode to the table upon which lay Glorfindel’s sword, picked it up and opened the window. He defenestrated it onto the ground outside.

“There!” he said. “If I didn’t throw it away, then I would have used it to behead you two scoundrels!”

Elladan and Elrohir prepared to leave, but Erestor stopped them. “Oh no,” he said, his voice as hard as a steel blade. “You’re not going anywhere. I have a job for the two of you.”