A Pickle of a Problem

Title: A Pickle of a Problem
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas

Disclaimer: LoTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.

Summary: Erestor is fond of pickles, as Glorfindel learns to his great delight.

Glorfindel writhed wantonly in his bed moaning and whimpering with need as a warm hand expertly stroked his steel hard erection to a swift and intense completion, screaming Erestor’s name as his hot, milky seed was released. He lay panting breathlessly for a few moments, then rolled onto his side, sighing with disappointment when he saw the unused pillow and the empty space that told him he had once again been merely dreaming of the desirable and so far unattainable advisor.

Every attempt at seduction, every use of the considerable charms that he knew he possessed and had won him many a bed partner over the years, had met with naught but frustrating refusal and had made Glorfindel even more determined to make his erotic dreams a reality.

He had even gone so far as to admitting his true feelings for Erestor to Elrond when he had sought his lord’s counsel on the matter, accepting his suggestion that since his usual methods had failed, perhaps the aloof advisor would respond better to being courted rather than seduced. Glorfindel had seen much merit in that idea and he had recently resorted to a more teasing and flirtatious approach.

He was more than slightly encouraged to continue in this manner when he realised that whilst Erestor did not outwardly appear to be interested, he did not shun the ‘accidental’ touch of their hands when reaching for the salt at dinner or a book in the library. Just as he allowed the seneschal to stand closer behind him than most would consider proper while studying maps and reports that Glorfindel was required to discuss with him. Erestor even accepted the chaste kisses and endearments usually only spoken by lovers with amused tolerance.

Now fully awake but his mind still clouded with misty images of leaning on a shoulder covered with ebony coloured hair, and being held tightly around the waist as he was guided to his chamber, eased out of his clothes and into bed fleetingly crossed his mind. When his imaginary lover began stroking his aching cock, Glorfindel unwisely shook his head to rid himself of the tormenting remnant of his dream, aggravating the ache behind his eyes that told him he had partaken of far too much wine last night. It had been many years since he had last overindulged and although he could not recall leaving the Hall of Fire, he was naked and alone in his bed.

He groaned loudly at the self inflicted pain of that movement, and becoming aware of the sticky wetness on his stomach and thighs, he rose and made his way unsteadily to the bathing chamber to clean away the evidence of his lust for the advisor. The cold water he splashed first on his face made him feel a little more alert and he stretched lazily, his eyes widening in horror when he caught a glimpse of his naked form in the full length mirror.

“By the Valar, how did this happen?” he asked the disbelieving image that looked back at him. When there was no reply, the now panic stricken Eldar quickly donned a robe and rushed across out of his chambers and across the hall to Elrond’s, bursting into his lord’s bedchamber without knocking.

“What is the meaning of this?” Elrond asked from the bed he had not yet left.

“It’s green!” Glorfindel shouted his distress obvious although the cause was not. Elrond frowned in confusion and spoke in a calm voice.

“What is green?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in query. Glorfindel pulled his robe open and pointed to his groin.

“My cock is green. Dark green! Do something!” he demanded. Elrond’s burst of hearty laughter was not the response Glorfindel sought, and his eyes glittered with anger as he shouted. “I fail to see what is so amusing. This is no laughing matter, Elrond!”

“Nay it is not but it is a very nice shade of green. I am sorry, Glorfindel, but the shape and colour of your little problem reminds me of one of cook’s prized pickles,” the respected Lord of Imladris declared as he dissolved into another fit of laughter.

“Very funny! And it is not little, just ask any of my previous bed partners!” Glorfindel retorted sarcastically as he covered himself and slumped onto the end of the bed.

“Oh really Glorfindel, must you be so single minded? I take it this problem occurred as a result of you poor behaviour last night?”

“I do not recall anything of last night Do you know how this happened?” He asked, seeing by the look in Elrond’s eyes that his lord had a fair idea, but was reluctant to divulge what he knew. He remained silent for a few moments, and then decided that the truth had to be told.

“Well, you did have a little too much wine, and you may have offended Erestor when you kissed that young warrior in front of him, after having spent the evening making advances to our dear advisor. Erestor was outraged at the way you used the young one, and hurt when you accused him of being green with envy. He insisted you allow him to help you to your chambers before you made a bigger fool of yourself than you already were, as he put it.”

“And now I am green. Are you suggesting Erestor did this to me?” Glorfindel asked, his anger warring with the realisation that perhaps his dream was really a memory.

“I can not say, but we both know he has a wicked sense of humour hidden behind those beautiful eyes.” Glorfindel looked sharply at Elrond, and felt a surge of jealousy at the affection and admiration for Erestor in his voice.

“Is it permanent?” Glorfindel asked worriedly, suddenly mindful of his most pressing problem.

“Do you mind if I take a closer look?“ the healer in Elrond asked, having regained his composure in the face of his friend’s mounting distress Glorfindel removed his robe and spread his legs a little, colouring slightly when he felt his limp member being lifted while it was examined. “It looks like some kind of food colouring. Have you tried washing it off?”

“I… nay… not yet,” Glorfindel stammered nervously, suspecting that Elrond had noted the now dried remains of his early morning pleasuring. He was relieved his lord made no comment, and confined his remarks to the problem at hand. Elrond walked over to the cabinet where he kept a supply of salves and potions and after a few moments, returned to Glorfindel’s side and handed his a small jar of paste.

“This should solve your problem. Rub it in well, leave it for a few minutes then wash it off.” Glorfindel took the jar and opened it, eager to rid his cock of the disgusting colour, but Elrond stayed his hand. “Perhaps you should return to the privacy of your chamber. You need to be fully erect to ensure all the dye is removed,” he explained.

“Oh, I see. Thank you for your assistance,” Glorfindel said absently as he donned his robe and prepared to leave. Elrond frowned at the sudden change in mood, and raised his eyebrows in consternation when he saw the well known gleam of mischief in Glorfindel’s eyes indicating that Erestor had best be on his guard.

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Caring not that he was wearing naught but his bath robe, Glorfindel walked down the passageway, stopping before Erestor’s door to square his shoulders and take a deep breath before pushing on the handle and silently entering the chamber. Seeing that the advisor was still sleeping, he walked over to the bed and stood looking at the elf, so beautiful and relaxed in his reverie. He sat beside the still form, and brushed the stray locks of black silk that hid his face, the leaned down to capture the tempting lips in a sweet, soft kiss.

“Good morning, lover,” he whispered in a sultry voice, smiling as he gazed into the depths of eyes slowly focussing awake. His breath caught in his throat when, in the unguarded moment before Erestor fully awoke, his eyes shone with unspoken, but soul deep love for Glorfindel. He reached up to touch the handsome one’s cheek, and the tingling sensation of desire that flowed through his fingertips directly to his groin, broke the spell.

“What are you doing here?” Erestor asked, sitting up and glaring at the intruder as if he had not just silently declared his love for the seneschal.

“I came to apologise for my improper behaviour last night, to thank you for taking care of me… and to insist that you undo the damage you wrought on my person,” Glorfindel replied.

“I did you no harm, and had you not been so drunk, you would surely have enjoyed my touch,” Erestor said haughtily, not even considering denying what he had done.

“Indeed I would have for I dream of nothing else each night, but surely you agree that green is not a very becoming colour,” Glorfindel said as he removed his robe to display the result of Erestor’s handiwork. The advisor’s laughter was no less hearty or infuriating than Elrond’s.

“It looks like a pi…” Erestor’s words were silenced by a deep, passionate kiss.

“So Elrond pointed out before he gave me this paste to help remove the colour. It is to be applied to my erection,” Glorfindel said handing Erestor the jar when he finally released the sweet lips. Erestor took the jar and turned it over in his fingers, making no move to open it. “What is wrong? You were not so reticent about touching me last night,” Glorfindel asked impatiently.

“Nor am I now, I was just thinking of how much I like eating nice, green pickles,” Erestor replied. “Can I taste yours?” Glorfindel’s needful groan was answer enough, and he quickly removed his robe and joined the already naked advisor in his bed.

Seeking to torment Glorfindel a little, Erestor began with a slow exploration of the finely muscled body, using lips, tongue and hands as the whim took him. Every touch burnt like fire and Glorfindel was soon writhing beneath the erotic ministrations, begging wantonly for Erestor to bring his achingly hard cock to completion.

He screamed his pleasure when he felt the soft moistness of Erestor’s tongue slowly lick along his hardened length, lapping the underside of the ridge that formed the head before pushing the tip into the small, weeping slit. Glorfindel arched his back and tried to buck his hips, but Erestor straddled his thighs, preventing movement while he coated Glorfindel’s steely hardness with the paste Elrond had supplied. When he reached for his own opening and began to prepare himself for penetration, the erotic sight was almost too much for Glorfindel to bear.

“Hurry, Erestor. I am almost undone by your wantonness,” he panted as he took his lover’s engorged and weeping cock in his hand.

“Ai, Glorfindel…” was all the advisor managed to cry as he rose onto his knees and in one swift movement fully sheathed the delicious green cock in his tight channel.

Glorfindel set the rhythm of their brief but intensely pleasurable coupling with hard, deep thrusts, stroking Erestor inside and out until them advisor screamed his climax. Erestor’s inner muscle contracted tightly as the hot milky fluid was released, bringing Glorfindel to orgasm as he filled Erestor with his own seed.

Glorfindel slowly withdrew his lax member, and sighed with renewed pleasure as Erestor sucked and licked the no longer green cock clean, reaching up to capture Glorfindel’s lips in a lingering kiss full of love and premise when he was finished.

“Ai, I am a fool and you are far more cunning that I gave you credit for, my sweet love. You planned this whole seduction!” Glorfindel stated, laughing with delight as he suddenly realised the truth. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you,” the advisor replied as he lightly traced his finger along the skin coloured softness between his lover’s legs before they both drifted onto a sated reverie filled with dreams of green pickles.