Oil

Title: Oil
Author: Fishy
Feedback: fishyz9@yahoo.com
Archive: http://mypaddedcell.net/Fishyz/theaquarium.html
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC17
Warning: Slash, M/M, Fluff, AU
Summary: Erestor stumbles upon Glorfindel in an awkward position, and in aiding him over hears something he wished he had not. Glorfindel takes it upon himself to console his friend, but gets more than he had imagined.
Notes: Quick thanks to Mirfain, for doing a wonderful job beta'in this for me, bear in mind that this is AU, a lot of the things said by elves were said for sake of the story line and may be a tad, un-elvish. Also, I’ve adopted some of the predictable mannerisms, such as Erestor always in black, ECT.

Oil

Erestor was making his way to the library when a shuffling noise drew his attention. Pausing mid stride, he waited to hear it again before realising the odd noise was coming from the healing rooms. With his curiosity piqued he quietly opened the door to find the cause of his distraction. He had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep laughter from emitting at the sight that greeted him. There before him was Glorfindel, the single occupant of the room and mighty slayer of demons, with his shirt caught around his head, and his hands stuck in his sleeves. Seeing that the warrior was ignorant of his presence due to the fact that he was temporarily blinded by the troublesome garment, Erestor took a moment to admire the form before him.

Glorfindel indeed had the body of an experienced warrior. His stomach was flat, save for the defined lines of muscles; his chest was broad and smooth. Every inch of his upper body was toned; his soft golden skin seemed to move over the hard muscles like silk. But it was not Glorfindel’s upper body that made Erestor bite his bottom lip lest he moan aloud, it was the blonde’s lower half. The warrior wore tight pale grey leggings that accentuated every curve. Usually Glorfindel’s tunic or shirt would cover his pert backside and firm upper thighs, but the item of clothing was currently trying to suffocate the beautiful elf so all assets were on show for the councillor. Erestor bit back a quiet moan seeing the well endowed bulge between those strong thighs. It was when he heard Glorfindel growl in frustration that he decided to let his presence be known and to help his dear friend out of his predicament.

“Glorfindel?”

“Erestor! Is that you?”

“Aye my friend, what exactly are you doing?”

Glorfindel could practically hear the smile in the advisors voice and all of a sudden felt quite self- conscious of the image he must present.

“I’m trying to remove this damn shirt; I think it’s trying to kill me.”

The warriors reply was some what muffled but still audible. Erestor gave his friend an adoring smile, for he did in fact adore this elf more than any other.

“Would you like some assistance?”

“Please,” came the quiet and embarrassed reply.

Stepping forward Erestor attempted to pull the shirt over Glorfindel’s head but to no avail.

“Would you be apposed to me cutting the shirt off of you?”

“Not at all, this shirt is quite obviously of an evil nature, by all means cut it off, I have a knife strapped to my boot.

Extracting the knife Erestor proceeded to shred the shirt from Glorfindel’s frame to release a relieved, mussed and slightly red in the face warrior.

“Finally! Thank you Erestor, I thought I had met my doom, again.”

“Think nothing of it, though I am curious as to know how you came about to be in such a position.”

“Well, it would seem that I exerted myself this morn on the training fields, my back is aching something terrible. I came here to look for something to sooth it.” He held up the small jar of massage oil to aid his explanation. “I was removing my shirt when I became tangled and, well you know the rest.” Glorfindel had opened the jar while he had spoke and had pored a small amount of oil into his hands before attempting to rub it into his back.

“I see, although I must say, being such a 'mighty warrior', I would of thought you’d be able to dress and undress yourself by now Glorfindel.” Erestor smiled at his own playfulness, Glorfindel blushed slightly and smiled in return. “Well, if there is no more possessed clothing remaining I will continue on my way.”

With a small nod he turned to leave the room but stopped when Glorfindel spoke. “Erestor? Could you, help me? I can not reach where it pains me most.”

“Of course, hand me the jar and sit yourself on one of the beds.”

Glorfindel did as he was bid and sat cross legged on one of the beds with his back turned to Erestor. Erestor sat himself behind Glorfindel and pulled up his sleeves before coating his hands with the balm.

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“Right between my shoulder blades.”

Erestor brushed the long blonde hair away from Glorfindel’s neck with the back of his hand and let it lay over Glorfindel’s shoulder so it would not be coated in oil. He than slowly rubbed the oil into the groove where the source of discomfort was located and was some what surprised at the low groan that came from the others throat.

“That feels wonderful Erestor.”

Erestor continued kneed the strong muscles and soft flesh beneath his hands, secretly enjoying every moment, and treasuring every small sigh that came from the warrior’s lips.

“You know Erestor, if you ever tire of you role as chief advisor of Imladris, you would make an excellent masseur.”

“Is that so?” Erestor was surprised as the words he spoke came out a little husky, he quickly cleared his throat. “You are very tense my friend.”

He was relieved that his voice had returned to normal as he spoke again, this ‘innocent’ massage was beginning to feel extremely sensual.

“Aye, I have been pushing the men a little harder of late in their training. And now I am paying for it .A little higher.”

Erestor followed the instructions given and smiled as another sigh escaped Glorfindel’s lips.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you?”

“Actually no I haven’t, I guess I’m a natural.”

“You most certainly are, I may have to call upon your talents again in the future if you would be willing?”

“I’m sure we could make some sort arrangement.”

“Arrangement?”

“Aye, you don’t think that I, a busy advisor has time too simply come running when ever you pull a muscle?”

“Name your price and we will have a deal, rub harder.”

“I simply ask that perhaps you would return the favour? My shoulders can grow stiff slumped over a desk all day.” The councillor suggested as he rubbed the broad shoulders harder.

“A fair price, although I don’t know if I will ease your tension or inadvertedly add to it, I don’t know if I would be any good.”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

Glorfindel let out a noise of disappointment when he felt the warm hands leave his skin. But groaned louder than he would have wanted to when the talented hands returned to his skin coated in more oil.

“Ai, Erestor that feels good, a little lower.”

Erestor let his hands travel lower to rub Glorfindel’s sides and lower back.

“How’s that?”

“Mmm, lower”

“Lay on you stomach.”

Glorfindel complied without hesitation and lay down on his front resting his head on his enfolded arms. His breath quickened slightly as he felt Erestor straddle his upper legs to get easier access to his slick back. He was suddenly grateful to be lying on his front as he was growing aroused, much to his embarrassment.

Erestor continued to rub the length of Glorfindel’s entire back firmly from his shoulders to the waste band of his leggings. He found himself thanking the Vala that he was wearing his long stately robes that concealed his lust for the elf beneath him. He was very careful as to not accidentally press his hardening length against Glorfindel’s backside, he was a talented diplomat and could out wit any other elf in conversation, but doubted he could explain his erection to Glorfindel.

“How does that feel?”

“Heavenly, don’t stop, a little lower?”

Erestor moved his hand from the middle of Glorfindel’s back to his lower back, just above the waist band of his leggings again.

“How’s that?”

Glorfindel’s voice was beginning to grow drowsy and took on a huskier tone but still remained understandable.

“Mmm, good, lower.”

‘Lower?’ Erestor thought to himself. Well he wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass. So ever so softly he let the tips of his fingers dip beneath the waist band to rub the soft flesh of the curve of Glorfindel’s behind, but not wanting to go too far and spoil the moment he went no further.

“Like that?”

“Mmm, lower.”

“Lower?”

Glorfindel merely nodded his head yes, he had closed his eyes enjoying the ministrations Erestor was inflicting upon him.

With his cheeks flushed and breathing becoming a little more laboured he let his hands roam over the top of two round protruding cheeks, kneading them gently. Because of the angle Erestor was sitting at he could no longer continue with his hands pointing some what towards himself. So feeling more daring than usual he gave the beautiful elf beneath him one last look before slowly peeling back the leggings to reveal Glorfindel’s pert and smooth behind. Feeling hard enough to explode he squeezed the two perfect cheeks gently.

“Is that alright?”

“It’s more than alright Erestor, your touch feels..addictive.”

Hearing Glorfindel’s admission he squeezed the two cheeks a little harder almost panting.

“Erestor could you rise?”

Erestor immediately snatched his hands back fearing he had gone too far and made his friend uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry Glorfindel I,,”

“I just want to turn over Erestor then I want you to climb back up and continue with my chest, if that’s alright?”

“Oh, yes of course.”

Erestor lifted himself off of the warrior and allowed him to turn. He gasped slightly when he saw the erection that caused an almost obscene tent shape in the warrior’s leggings. Erestor inwardly smiled to himself, ‘and I had thought his bulge was large before’

Glorfindel crossed his arms under his neck and rested his head upon his hands, presenting a most glorious sight that took Erestor’s breath away. The warrior’s eyes had darkened with obvious arousal. He stared Erestor directly in the eye, as if he were wondering if his proud erection would offend the councillor and cause him to run from the room, or perhaps have a different effect on him. He was hopeful of the latter, seeing Erestor unconsciously lick his bottom lip before turning almost pitch black eyes to meet his own he was pretty sure he had not irreversibly crossed a line with his friend.

“Are you going to hop back on?”

Swallowing hard Erestor climbed back atop of the warrior. He sat himself just out of proximity of Glorfindel’s erection and on his upper thighs instead. But as Glorfindel bent his knees he slid forward into the warriors lap, their arousals touching.

With half hooded eyes Glorfindel smiled softly and spoke gently to the panting advisor.

“I was beginning to think I was the only one.”

Without replying Erestor busied himself in coating his hands in more oil. When sufficiently covered and dripping, Erestor placed his hands on the flat of Glorfindel’s stomach rubbing up towards his chest.

Glorfindel closed his eyes and smiled as the soft hands glided over his muscles. He let out a low moan as Erestor slowly slid his oiled fingers over Glorfindel’s hardening nipples. Erestor continued for a while just letting his hands run over the muscle hardened body.

“Is that good?” He asked, unable to keep the quiver in his voice at bay.

“Aye,,, lower.”

Erestor again swallowed hard when he guessed where this was leading to.
He let his hands wonder down to Glorfindel’s lower stomach, again just above the waist band, using all his will power to not grind himself against the other elf.

“Like that?”

“Mmm,, lower.”

Glorfindel opened his eyes when he had said that, wanting to see every movement Erestor would make, if he was going to do what he was hoping he would do that was.

Erestor bit his lip, meeting darkened blue eyes he looked down to where his hands lay. Again the angle was too great to simply slide his hands beneath the leggings so slowly he attempted to untie the laces that were holding the restrictive leggings in place, but failed to untie them.

“Glorfindel?”

“Hmm?”

Glorfindel had watched Erestor’s every movement but felt his heart sink when Erestor ceased his actions.

“I can’t untie them.”

“That’s alright Erestor; it was, rude and presumptuous of me to,,”

“No I mean I can’t untie them.”

Erestor smiled and held his hands up for Glorfindel to see.

“My hands are too oily.”

Glorfindel laughed with relief and smiled seductively at the advisor while licking his bottom lip. He kept his eyes on Erestor as he untied the lacings himself but did not pull the leggings down, he merely rested his head back against his arms that he re-crossed behind his head, and waited to see what Erestor would do.
Erestor placed his hands again at Glorfindel’s lower stomach and rubbed softly.

“Lower?”

Glorfindel raised his hips suggestively while nodding ‘yes’.

Slowly Erestor peeled back the leggings again to free a most eager rock hard member. Painfully slow and feather light the advisor trailed his fingers along the underside of Glorfindel’s penis. The warrior was panting now, still watching Erestor’s every move. When Erestor gripped the length in his hand and squeezed gently while tugging on it Glorfindel let out a deep moan and moved his hips.

“You like that Glorfindel?”

“Ai Erestor you know I do, please don’t stop.”

Erestor continued to stroke the impressive length, steadily increasing pressure and speed, never breaking rhythm.

“Oh, Erestor, that’s good.”

Glorfindel was writhing beneath Erestor, pushing his hips into the grip that surrounded his twitching cock.

“Tell me how it feels Glorfindel.”

“How,, it feels?,, mmmm, ah yes!”

“Aye tell me what you feel.”

“If you wait but a while longer I’ll show you.”

Glorfindel had brought his arms down from behind his head and was stroking Erestor’s thighs that straddled him.

“Nay, I know how my own hand feels upon myself; I want to know if you feel the same thing.”

It took all of Glorfindel’s strength not to roll the advisor over and to take him hard and fast at hearing those deliciously erotic words.

“Your,, your hand feels, warm, like a vice around me, a heated glove, squeezing me, rubbing me, I can,, I can feel myself growing tighter, straining more, there’s a pressure building within me,, your, your Ai!,,your hand is bringing it forth, such, heat, so much pressure, all from your hand, oh so close,, I am so close Erestor, I’m trembling in your hand,, feels so good,,I ,,cant hold,,”

Before Glorfindel could even finish his sentence he erupted over Erestor’s hand, his essence covered his own stomach.

“Oh Erestor, that was, was unbelievable.” The warrior said panting with a lazy smile.

“I’m glad you think so.”

Glorfindel sat upright, Erestor was still seated in his lap and still painfully hard, Glorfindel felt the hardness as he sat up and smirked at the advisor.
Burying one of his hands in the dark longhair he pulled Erestor forward by the nape of his neck for a kiss when they both froze at hearing someone approach the room from the hallway.

Looking back at each other for a moment and then at their surroundings, they were reminded of the fact that they were still in the healing rooms. And that what they had just done, they had done when anyone could have walked in. Casting one more look at each other, Erestor with a slightly panicked look on his face and Glorfindel with an amused smile, they quickly scrambled to their feet attempting to make themselves look something that resembled presentable. Erestor although still aroused achieved this easily, hiding his erection within the folds of his robes. Glorfindel on the other hand was trying to clean the evidence of their misconduct off of his stomach with the remaining shreds of his shirt. Now clean he faced the problem that he had no shirt, his hair was terribly mused and his skin was flushed and glistening from the oil.

Erestor looked back at the door, it sounded as though two house attendants were pausing outside the door to speak. Looking back at Glorfindel he snorted with laughter and tried to flatten his friend’s golden hair. Glorfindel, also chuckled as he frantically tried to lace his breeches back up but failed and in his haste caused a knot in the laces.

“Valar Glorfindel, what have you done?” Erestor whispered amongst his snickering.

Erestor slapped away the fumbling hands and tried his own hand at untying the tangled mess that had formed.

“What is it with you and treacherous clothing today?!”

Glorfindel’s shoulders shook with mirth, finding it hard to not laugh out loud. His silent laughter ceased however when Erestor desperately pushed Glorfindel to lean back against the bed while he fell to his knees and took the knot into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth. Glorfindel, unable to stop his body's stirrings grew aroused again.

“Again? But you,, just a minute ago!”

“What can I say? the sight of you between my legs has a certain effect on me.” The warrior answered suggestively while running his fingers through the black mane. They stared at each other for a moment in silence before they both snapped their heads to the door that was slowly being opened. Fortunately the elf that was entering still had his head directed at the person he was talking to. Glorfindel took Erestor by the shoulders pushing him forward slightly, kneeling down beside him and rolled him underneath the bed with him. When they stilled under the bed Glorfindel was lying atop of the advisor, he gave Erestor a dashing smile before they both watched a set of feet walk into the room. Both held their breaths trying not to laugh at the absurdness of the situation. Erestor had his head still turned to the side watching the feet as they moved about the room, but turned to looked up at the face of the elf lying atop of him when Glorfindel softly kissed his cheek. The tenderness of the simple kiss made him smile shyly at the warrior, but both elves again looked at the door of the room as another set of feet joined the small party. Both elves beneath the bed listened to the conversation attentively.

“What have you got left this afternoon?” The first elf asked.

“A couple of rooms in the west wing still.” The elf continued to name the occupants of the rooms he had yet to see to.

Erestor was busy looking into sparkling blue eyes but turned his attention to the two sets of feet when he heard his name mentioned.

“, and master Erestor’s room.”

“But surely that won’t take long.”

“Aye, he practically does my job for me; he’s a very private person. His bed is nearly always made and his room is usually impeccably clean.”

“No unseemly stories to tell of him then?” The second elf asked disappointedly. The other attendant laughed at the comment.

“Lord Erestor? In all the years that I have served here I have never once come across any evidence of shall we say, any misconduct of our lord advisor.”

“Never? Not once?”

“No, are you surprised, who would want him?”

Both Erestor and Glorfindel had been smiling at the unsuspecting elves conversation until they had heard the hurtful remark. Glorfindel looked down uncertainly at Erestor not knowing what to do, seeing that Erestor had obviously taken what they had said to heart.

“What do you mean who would want him? I must say I’ve often passed his office while on my duties, and I’ve fantasised more than once of bending him over that desk taking him right there. He’d be a most submissive one I’m sure of it, someone you could pound into, someone who’d spread his legs eagerly. His haughty attitude doesn’t fool me; it’s probably a cover, for a most willing bed warmer.”

“Well I wont deny that he is passing fair, he is a dark beauty, but so heartless. He is utterly cold to those who attempt to speak to him. And I’d have to disagree with you, I’ll warrant he’s never had a lover, and never will. He is beautiful, but I’d say a frigid wench would be a more accurate description.”

Both elves laughed before continuing with their conversation of their afternoon duties. Erestor had turned his head not wanting to look Glorfindel in the eye.

Glorfindel was both shocked and outraged by what he had heard, he would have to speak to those elves about manners and blatant disrespect to their superiors. But right now his attention was focused on the elf lying beneath him. Erestor’s jaw was tight, but his bottom lip was trembling. He was obviously and understandably, quite humiliated and hurt by what he had over heard. Glorfindel raised his hand to turn Erestor’s chin so he would face him, and spoke to him in a hushed whisper.

“Erestor, do not listen to them, they will regret what they have said sweet one.”

The words did not seem to have an effect on Erestor as tears began to fall from his dark eyes, sliding down the sides of his face and into his hair. Glorfindel felt a lump form in his throat at seeing such vulnerability. Erestor’s eyes were large and dark, shimmering with tears. His chin was still trembling but Glorfindel knew he was embarrassed and did not want to appear so affected in front of him. Glorfindel felt a serge of over protectiveness flood his body at seeing his friend’s usually unbreakable exterior crumble before him, before only him, in this cramped dark little space that they were huddled in together.

“Oh Erestor.”

Glorfindel kissed the advisors cheeks, stopping the tears in their descent. With his hands both sides of Erestor’s head he looked the councillor in the eye before whispering again.

“You are none of those things my friend, please do not cry, it breaks my heart to see you hurt by their foolish false words.”

“Do you think any of those things of me?” Erestor asked in a trembling hushed voice.

“Nay, never Erestor, never, I have known you for a long time dear one. I know you how they do not, they are jealous that you only grace the ones you trust with your affection. They spoke those words out of bitterness because they know that what they speak is wrong, they could never have a true beauty such as you.”

“They were not entirely wrong Glorfindel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have, I have never,,”

Erestor looked pleadingly at Glorfindel silently asking him to understand so he would not have to speak the words aloud.

“And I probably never will, like they said, who would want me?”

Tears escaped his eyes again and he furiously tried to wipe them away. Glorfindel was left momentarily speechless. The atmosphere had changed from lust filled, encompassed by an orgasmic chill to a chill of a different sort.

“But it matters not, if I am as cold as they say I am then how can I care what they think? But I will tell you this Glorfindel, I would never be anyone’s willing bed warmer, I would never degrade myself in that way. I would rather remain a..a ‘frigid wench’ you must believe that.”

“I do Erestor I know that, and I also know you are no ‘frigid wench’! I think that what happened between us earlier proves that. But that is beside the point, I would not think that of you even if nothing had happened earlier, I know you have a tender heart, do not let them convince you otherwise.”

They had been whispering the whole time as to not alert the two other elves of their presence, but while they had spoke they had not noticed the two other elves leave the rooms to go about their daily duties.

“They are gone, come.”

Glorfindel stretched out from beneath the bed and held out his hand to gently pull Erestor with him. As soon as they were both standing straight he pulled the councillor into a suffocating hug, burying Erestor’s head under his chin and cradling the back of his neck with his hand with his other arm around slim shoulders. Erestor was understandably a little stiff at first but eventually rested his cheek against Glorfindel’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around the warrior.

“Do you want me to slay them? I will if you ask me to.” The blonde asked while stroking Erestor’s shiny black hair.

Erestor actually chuckled quietly

“Nay, I thank you but no. This behaviour is not befitting of a lord councillor.”

“Oh hush, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you Glorfindel, you always know how to make me feel better.”

“Think nothing of it Erestor; it brings me joy to see your devastatingly handsome smile.”

Erestor looked up and smiled at the warrior, Glorfindel returned the sweet smile but slowly lowered his head to slightly shorter elf to softly brush his lips against Erestor’s. It was an innocent and brief kiss that spoke of affection. When they parted Erestor cleared his throat nervously and stepped away from the hug.

“I have to leave; I had not meant to tarry here so long.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later; I still owe you a back rub.” Glorfindel said with a suggestive smile.

Erestor smiled shyly before turning and finally leaving the healing rooms. Glorfindel smiled to himself and made to leave a few moments later when he realised, he was still half naked. Looking about the room he could not locate anything to cover himself with, so using all the stealth he had he managed to make his way back to his rooms without running into another person.


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Erestor had been sitting by the fireplace in one of his rooms pondering over the days events; he held a book in his hand but had read the same sentence several times unable to concentrate. He rose when he heard a soft knock at his chambers door, it was late in the evening and most elves had retired. Who would need his assistance at this hour?

“Glorfindel!”

“Erestor”

“It is late my friend, what can I do for you?”

“For me? I have come here to uphold our agreement, have you forgotten already?”

Erestor raised an eyebrow in askance. Which Glorfindel merely held a bottle of oil up in reply.

“I was told that one’s shoulders can grow quite stiff slumped over a desk all day.”

Erestor chuckled and stepped aside allowing Glorfindel entry.

“Come, and share a drink with me.”

Glorfindel sauntered in removing his outer tunic and letting it fall casually over a piece of furniture. He truly had know Erestor for many years, both working to serve their lord and Imladris in their separate ways. Glorfindel as captain of guard, and Erestor as Elrond’s right hand and high councillor. So naturally Glorfindel had been present in the councillor’s rooms before, but never with the intent he had tonight. Until earlier that evening they had never breached or altered their relationship in such a way, both elves were secretly nervous of where this left their friendship now. The evening had started out lust driven, but had ended tender and caring. Glorfindel truly did intend on upholding his part of the agreement, and most willingly too, in his eyes there were none as lovely as Erestor. But what had mostly drawn him to the advisors rooms that night was Erestor’s well being. He needed to know that Erestor was not dwelling on what the two foolish young elves had said previously that afternoon.

“How do you fare Erestor, how are you?” The warrior asked almost hesitantly.

Accepting the drink that was offered to him he seated himself, but not in his usual place which was a large cushioned chair opposite from where Erestor normally sat on a rather long sofa like piece of furniture. No this time he sat beside Erestor. He turned his body folding one leg beneath him, and draping one arm over the side of the furniture so he could face the councillor while casually sipping his wine.

“I am fine Glorfindel; do not concern yourself with me.” Erestor said while looking down at the contents of his glass.

Glorfindel rested a hand on a black clad shoulder and spoke softly;

“But I do.”

Erestor met the blue eyes and nervously smiled his thanks taking another sip of his wine. He looked back at the hand that still rested on his shoulder as it squeezed softly and began to rub the length of his arm while the warrior shifted closer.

“You are tense my friend.”

“If you had a beautiful blond looking at you as if you were the midday meal you’d be tense too.”

Glorfindel had the grace to blush slightly and avert his gaze to his lap. He looked up again hearing Erestor chuckle softly.

“Not often do I see you blush Glorfindel o’ Gondolin.”

“Not often do you compliment me so.”

Erestor’s smile faltered slightly and he looked back at his near empty glass sloshing the contents.

“Forgive me if I have ever treated you coldly, it was not my intention. And I apologise for my.. behaviour earlier.”

“That’s not what I meant Erestor. You have never treated me with anything but respect and that of friendship, and I most certainly do not regret earlier. What I meant is that, well, our relationship has changed some, don’t you think?”

“Aye, there is a difference I feel it, but I do not feel as awkward around you as I thought I would, you still feel dear to me.”

“And I am glad of it, for I still owe you a massage. Come, remove this atrocity you call a robe and sit by the fire on the furs.”

“Atrocity? That’s a rather unfair opinion don’t you think?”

“It’s not an opinion but an observation. Every robe you have is black.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh yes of course, there’s that one grey one.”

“Are you criticising my dress sense?”

“No, to do that you would need some now off with it.”

Both laughed as they stood making their way to the fireplace. Glorfindel sat on the furs with his back against his usual seat of choice and watched as Erestor unbuttoned his restrictive black robes. He smiled with a raised eyebrow when one of the clasps was proving stubborn as the councillor tugged at it.

“Having trouble undressing your self?”

“No, only a fool would do that.”

Both giggled again as Erestor shrugged the robe off of his shoulders. Wearing only a grey sleeveless vest and black leggings, he looked at Glorfindel for instructions of what to do next. When the blond patted the space between his legs he seated himself thusly facing away from the warrior cross legged.

“Raise you arms.”

Erestor was confused by the odd request but did so when he felt Glorfindel tug at the hem of his vest, allowing it to be pulled up over his head. Next Glorfindel pulled loose the small band which tied back the upper layer of his hair, such was the fashion of their kind, and let it all fall loose. After briefly running his fingers through it he used the same band (which Glorfindel had noticed was also black) to tie all of the black silky mass into one plait, and rested it over Erestor’s shoulder. Uncorking the small bottle he smeared his hands with oil and started to rub the smooth shoulders in front of him.

“Tell me if I’m too rough.” Glorfindel marvelled at the feel of the skin beneath his hands, pale and incredibly soft, he found himself reluctant to rub too hard.

“Right now you’re too soft.”

Glorfindel rubbed into the shoulders a little firmer, drawing a deep and steady breath after hearing Erestor sigh contently. His heart beat a little faster at the sight of Erestor’s oiled flesh in dim light of the fire.


“You have needed this for a long time, you’re muscles are stiff.”

“Uhhm,”

Glorfindel grinned when Erestor sat up straight to allow his hands glide lower to the small of his back. Erestor, whether he new it or not was moaning softly. Every small purr that emitted from his throat was causing Glorfindel to become more and more aroused.

“I never knew you purred.”

“Hmm.. what?”

“You purr.”

“I do?”

“Aye, it is most.. appealing.”

“Ah, right there.”

Glorfindel smiled and rubbed Erestor’s sides of his lower back.

“There?”

“Mmmmm, good.”

While rubbing one side Glorfindel let his other hand wonder to the front of Erestor’s stomach. Erestor sighed happily and was almost leaning back into the blond when Glorfindel ceased his movements.

“Hold still”

Erestor cocked his head to see what the other elf was doing.

“What are you doing?”

“Removing my shirt, I don’t want to get oil on it, don’t worry its nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Wait,”

Erestor half turned and moved the warriors hands away.

“You will anyway that way; your hands are covered in it.”

Glorfindel leaned back against the chair as Erestor turned and sat on his heels to undo the clasps to his plain shirt. Glorfindel’s chest rose and fell a little quicker as Erestor slowly peeled the shirt back to view his broad muscular sun kissed chest.

“Magnificent.” He whispered without realising.

“Thank you.”

Erestor felt his cheeks burn when he realised what he had said out loud. Glorfindel leaned forward his face a mere inch away from the advisor's when Erestor slid the shirt down powerful arms and finally ridded the warrior of the entire shirt, leaving both their chests bare. Putting one hand on a slim waist he turned Erestor back to his former position, guiding Erestor to lye back against his chest. The feeling of Erestor’s slippery flesh against his chest made his pulse quicken. He raised his knees higher so that they supported the advisor and so that he was comfortable, he re-coated his hands in oil and started to run his hands along the chest and stomach of the slender form lying against him.

Erestor laid his head back against the blonds shoulder and sighed contently. He hissed when Glorfindel brushed one nipple, and pinched the other. He could feel the chest beneath him rise and fall more rapidly now. Feeling a hardness that matched his own he held onto the legs either side of him.

Slyly Glorfindel trailed one hand ever so slowly down the flat stomach. Slow enough for Erestor to know its intentions. Erestor watched as the large hand slowly dipped under the front of his leggings to grip and rub his throbbing length. Seeing Glorfindel moving his hand over his groin beneath his leggings made Erestor moan louder than he ever had before. Gripping the knees either side of him he let his head fall back onto the seducers shoulder again, only to have his neck attacked by kisses. He moaned Glorfindel’s name quietly as a result of the combination of the warm hand gripping his cock, and the suckling sensation in the crook of his neck. He jumped slightly as the blond bit the soft flesh at his neck before licking the tender area adding a sweet kiss.

“Erestor?”

“Hmm?” Came the only sign showing Erestor could still hear him.

“Look at me”

Erestor, while writhing into the hand in his trousers again cocked his head over his shoulder to look into dark blue eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

Erestor could only nod in reply and watch as soft lips descended onto his own.
Glorfindel kept his left hand moving in the councillor’s leggings while using the right to cup the side of Erestor’s cheek and neck.

This kiss, although sweet tasting did not have the innocence of the previous one. The air in the room seemed to grow thick and heavy; the kiss became deep as Glorfindel’s persistent tongue found its way into Erestor’s mouth. Growing more desperate as Erestor, still half turned and leaning into Glorfindel, raised one hand behind him to blindly hold the back of Glorfindel’s head as if to keep him from pulling back.

Hearing Erestor whimper Glorfindel growled loudly pressing deeper into the mouth, his desire turning animalistic. The kiss grew faster and more desperate as their passions mounted. Suddenly and much to Erestor’s disappointment Glorfindel broke the kiss and removed his hand from Erestor’s groin. Both were panting heavily, chests heaving. Taking Erestor by the waist Glorfindel again effortlessly turned the advisor so that they were fully facing each other. Now that Erestor was lying almost atop of the warrior who was still leaning against the chair, Erestor rested between the legs kneeling making him slightly taller than the blond. He let out a needful moan which seemed to drive Glorfindel insane, his desire pressing hard against his leggings.

“Come here.” The warrior demanded in a throaty deep voice that made Erestor shiver.

Erestor lunged at the swollen lips and immediately allowed Glorfindel access to his mouth. He wrapped his arms tightly around the blonde’s neck as if he was holding on for dear life. He whimpered again when Glorfindel pulled his black leggings down just below the councillor’s buttocks and squeezed at the flawless tender skin that fit into his palms.

Glorfindel smiled when he pulled back from the kiss to try to speak but was stopped by the advisor who apparently wasn’t ready to release his lips. Running his finger down Erestor’s cleft and pulling the cheeks apart suggestively he drew a gasp from the dark beauty. Panting heavily and resting their brows together Glorfindel continued to brush Erestor’s opening with his fingers and spoke to the undone elf whose eyes he could not look away from.

“Erestor,,, “

“Glorfindel,,, I need you.”

Not needing to hear anymore Glorfindel had Erestor on his back in a mere second, holding himself above him.

“Say it again.” The blond growled.

“I need you Glorfindel, please,,but,,”

Glorfindel was about to thoroughly kiss him again but stopped hearing the quiet plea.

“What is it?”

Erestor bit his lip turning a deep shade of red, seeming almost embarrassed.

“Erestor, what is it? Please tell me,”

“You know I’ve never,, please,, be careful.”

Glorfindel’s lust had again changed from animalistic desire to the overwhelming heart clenching adoration for the inexperienced sweet one beneath him in a matter of moments.

“I promise you Erestor, you may drive me mad with desire but I would never intentionally hurt or rush you. There will be a small amount of discomfort but trust me I will drive that away and bring you great pleasure, I care for you deeply, in a way I don’t quite understand. And I know that I want you, and not just to ease the ache between my thighs. Ai Erestor you are beautiful.”

Having all doubt driven from his mind, Erestor eagerly kissed the one above him.

Glorfindel revelled in being kissed by the advisor and slowly slid his hands down Erestor’s sides until he was able to tug at the advisors leggings.
Erestor raised his hips to let Glorfindel slide the garment down his legs until he had kicked them off, lying bare to Glorfindel for the first time.

Glorfindel briefly broke the kiss to greedily look down at the length that bobbed free; he bit his lip and looked back into black eyes.

“Never have I craved someone so, have you cast some spell on me Erestor? I have never felt this needy before.”

Erestor did not answer but tugged desperately at the laces of Glorfindel’s leggings. Once the laces were undone he wasted no time in sliding them down Glorfindel’s thighs before the warrior mimicked the councillor's earlier moves kicking them off. Grazing his hand over the hard flesh between the blond's legs he again made Glorfindel growl.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Growl, it makes you so, so, animal like, it does something to me.”

“I’ll remember that”

Glorfindel growled purposefully and loudly resembling some sort of wild beast before nuzzling Erestor’s neck, making the usually composed advisor chuckle.

“You have the most adorable chuckle did you know that?”

“Adorable? I am not adorable; I’ll have you know I’m quite the depiction of masculinity”

Glorfindel smiled down at the mock indigenous expression on Erestor’s face, and stroked a soft cheek.

“How sweet”

Erestor narrowed his eyes dangerously but couldn’t conceal the smile on his face from the playful banter.

“You know what is sweet?”

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow in question.

“These dimples” Erestor ran a finger along the dimples that framed Glorfindel’s smile. Glorfindel’s smiled even brighter and laughed softly.

“My naneth used to say that.”

“I love these dimples even more.” The advisor said seductively while trailing his hands down Glorfindel’s sides to stroke the two small dimples at the top of the warrior’s cleft.

“She never said that.” Both elves laughed at the remark.

“I’m beginning to think you only want me for my posterior, you seem quite obsessed with it, not that I mind.”

“Well ever since I was gifted with that superb view of it while you were busy battling with your shirt in the healing rooms I have not been able keep my hands off of it, it would seem.”

As he spoke the words he let his hands cup the two firm cheeks in the palms of his hands pushing Glorfindel’s pelvis down to crush against his, spreading his thighs allowing room for the warrior. They both moaned.

“Oh your moan, I could write poetry about the sounds that fall from your delicious mouth, so desperate, so needful, and so angelically beautiful.”

Glorfindel had kissed the advisor chastely between each new description of the others moan. Erestor looked up with his eyebrow raised, again feigning annoyance.

“You mean so burly, so masculine and so manly.”

“Aye, aye, that’s what I meant to say. Of course, if you would have me, I would gladly let you prove yourself by ravaging me in the morning, a perfect method of revenge for all the wicked things I intend to do to you tonight.”

Even as he said it Glorfindel ground his hips into Erestor’s making the councillor bite down on his lower lip while whimpering. Rising slightly but not leaving his place between Erestor’s legs, he raised Erestor’s knees up slightly around him, consequently pulling Erestor further beneath his own body. Reaching for the oil and coating his fingers, he let one arm rest near Erestor’s head to hold his own weight, and used his other hand to as gently as possible prepare Erestor while speaking and kissing the advisor softly.

“But I think it’s that noise that makes me want you the most, that soft little whimper that makes my heart beat with desire. That makes me want to hold you until the end or Arda. It’s that little whimper that lets me know that you want me, that soft little noise that tells me that you trust me more than anyone. That small sound, that makes me realise how honoured I am to be the only one who you’ll allow to hear it Erestor. I love it when my dark unbreakable lord councillor whimpers for me.”

Erestor had been so focused on what Glorfindel was saying he had only remotely registered a small pang of discomfort from Glorfindel’s preparation. But just as he ceased speaking, he felt a foreign but not unwelcome feeling implode inside of him and let out a low moan. Glorfindel grinned devilishly and kissed the advisors lips before withdrawing his hand. Glorfindel held himself at the virginal entrance but waited for permission to enter.

“May I?” He asked huskily
"If you don't, you will be the one whimpering, my beauty” Erestor
answered with such an air and dignity that Glorfindel shivered with anticipation.

Guiding the legs either side of him to bend at the knees he slowly pushed inside. When fully encompassed, he let the lower half of his body weigh down on the Erestor. Holding still, he kissed the other he opened his eyes the advisor, whose dark eyes had locked onto his, smiled sweetly before speaking in a quivering voice. elf. When

“Glorfindel, you are so beautiful.”

Erestor touched the small dimples either side Glorfindel’s smile, before whispering once again in an unsteady voice. “Will you keep me waiting or will you make me whimper as you apparently love so much.”

Glorfindel kissed the lips again as he slowly began to move. He kept the pace slow at first, but as Erestor began to move with him and the sweet sounds spilled from his soft lips, Glorfindel picked up the pace.

“Oh, Valar, what are you doing to me Glorfindel?”

Glorfindel could only pant into the writhing beauty’s ear in response.
“I’m afraid this will be short Erestor,,you, you feel too good.”

With one hand buried in dark hair that had come free of its plait, Glorfindel massaged Erestor’s scalp, while using his other hand to stroke the hard, twitching member that lay between them. Glorfindel’s thrusts were becoming faster and more forceful as his peak approached.

“Kiss me Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel complied more than willingly, kissing the councillor with all his passion. Erestor was the first to find release, moaning Glorfindel’s name into the warrior’s mouth. Glorfindel tensed a moment later, grunting into the kiss. Even as the waves of pleasure coursed through them in the aftermath of their joining, they did not break their kiss.

When they finally broke their kiss, Glorfindel withdrew from his length's new home to lie beside Erestor. Both laying on the fur rugs, both sweaty shivering messes, they stared up at the ceiling breathing heavily. Neither had yet said a word or dared a glance at each other, their chests still rapidly rising and falling. Glorfindel felt a slightly smaller hand hesitantly twine its slim fingers with his callused ones. Smiling, and without letting go of the advisor’s hand, he turned onto his side pulling Erestor close. Still holding his hand, he spooned behind Erestor and spreading soft kisses along the exposed pale shoulder and neck.

“That was wonderful.” Whispered Erestor

“I’m glad you thought so”
Erestor smiled hearing the warrior repeat what he himself had said to Glorfindel earlier that day.

Erestor turned in the embrace so he could look Glorfindel in the eye, those beautiful, deep blue eyes.

“Was it.. did you..”

“It was beyond words Erestor, and I thoroughly look forward to doing it again.”

“Well I do indeed need to prove myself to be the masculine male that I am, however, I believe that must wait until morning as you suggested though. I am spent.”

“I play with you Erestor. I know you are no delicate maiden.The sun could not rise fast enough for me, dark one. I long for you to take me”

Glorfindel smiled down at Erestor, watching him battle against reverie.

“May I suggest the bed Erestor?”

“Mmm”

“Unfortunately that does mean we will have to get up.” Spoke the warrior amused.

Erestor’s response to this was to tighten his grip around Glorfindel’s waist while burrowing his head into the warriors shoulder.

“It does?”

“I could carry you sweet one.” Glorfindel asked knowing Erestor would not allow it.

“Nay I can walk; it will take more than you and your skill to disable me”

As Erestor spoke he began to sit up, but hissed and stilled as he felt an ache within. Glorfindel sat up grinning apologetically. “Are you sure?”

Erestor looked questionably at blue eyes.

“My apologies, I should had held back more of my passion.”

Erestor eyes went wide, when Glorfindel had stood pulling him to his feet. “That was holding back?”

“I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.” Glorfindel had wrapped his arms around Erestor’s waist, looking into dark brown eyes for forgiveness.

“No, I mean, you held back as in, there’s more?”

Glorfindel did not answer Erestor but smiled, taking Erestor by the hand and guided him through to the bedroom.

“You know, your bed has always looked so comfortable.” Glorfindel stood to the side of the bed, still utterly naked, while Erestor had slipped into the adjoining bathroom to quickly clean himself up. When he returned, he climbed into the opposite side of the bed, as he had done countless times before, and looked up to the blond, who was still standing. “Are you going to join me?” Erestor pulled back the sheets on Glorfindel’s side and watched as he climbed in, laughing when the blonde snuggled down into the blankets and pillows.

“It’s so soft” came a muffled reply as Glorfindel, in a most un-warrior like fashion, burrowed deeper into the soft materials.

“You’re like a kitten sometimes, you know that?” Erestor laughed as the warrior pulled the advisor's body against his own before ‘meowing’ into his ear.

Resting his head on Erestor’s chest, with his arms wrapped around the slim waist, Glorfindel sighed contentedly.

They were both content to lay in silence, Erestor with one arm draped over Glorfindel’s broad shoulders, and the other hand stroking the blonds hair. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of the golden crown, Erestor murmured a quiet goodnight and followed the warrior into reverie.


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Glorfindel awoke to utter comfort. He was nestled in silky sheets, plump pillows, and could feel someone softly spreading kisses over his neck and cheek. Memories of the previous day and night returned to him, and he let a contented smile slowly spread across his face.

“Erestor.” He spoke, simply just to say the others name, as if in confirmation that last night had really happened, and that it was Erestor spreading kisses over his chest.

“Good morning Glorfindel. Did you sleep well?” Erestor asked while kissing the chest he was lying on.

“Wonderfully! I love your bed. I could get used to such a wake- up call.”

“Wake- up call?” Erestor feigned innocence as he licked Glorfindel’s hardening nipple before suckling on it.

Glorfindel arched in reply, moaning contently. “I’m most relieved you’ve decided to extract your revenge on me this morning.”

“Mmm, and revenge I shall have, my sweet, little warrior.”

Glorfindel laughed quietly at the cheeky grin Erestor gave him. He was loving this more confident and cheeky side of Erestor. Looking outside the window, he saw that they had both slept in, it being almost midday, perfect timing. He was surprised that Erestor was not fussing about being late with starting his duties.He had been sure he would have had to persuade Erestor to stay in bed if they would have woken earlier. But, he was happily surprised to evidently be proven wrong, due to the fact that Erestor was eagerly spreading the warrior’s thighs and was rubbing himself suggestively against him, all while spreading soft kisses against Glorfindel’s neck making him moan excitedly.

Unbeknownst to Erestor, Glorfindel had yesterday spoken to one of the head house tenants. He did not divest all information of what the two foolish, disrespectful, young elves had said, but he said enough to show he wasn’t pleased. Without having to ask, he was given the rota that the two young elves used everyday and placed Erestor’s quarters to be seen to at midday. It wasn’t enough for Glorfindel to merely speak to them; in fact he thought that would simply embarrass Erestor. Instead, he thought it best for them to discover what a desirable, dominant lover he thought Erestor could be by themselves.

He had also, in the middle of the night, left the bed briefly to open the door to the hallway. It was only a crack, just far enough so that if one was to glance in, they would see that at that moment, it would not be the most appropriate time to make the bed, for they would find himself and Erestor writhing in it. He knew no one else would likely be passing by this part of the house at that time of day and hoped that Erestor would not be mad if he were ever to find out.

“Then take me, my butch councillor.” Both elves laughed hysterically at the absurd comment, for Erestor was anything but. Glorfindel was soon brought to silence when Erestor kissed him hard, both smiling into the kiss.


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“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see to Master Erestor’s quarters, what are you doing here?”

The two house tenants that had upset Erestor so the previous day stood in a hallway, both a few steps away from Erestor’s bedroom door.

“The same, perhaps I miss read the rota, I’ll assist you anyway seems as I’m here”

“Very well we’ll just have to have a second look at that rota when we,,”

The elf stopped mid sentence and step as he approached the door.

“What is that?” The other elf asked.

“We are supposed to be here at this time are we not? We couldn’t both have read the rota incorrectly.”

“The door is slightly ajar, he must be inside. I can hear something.”

Both curious elves approached slowly and gasped when they reached the crack in the door. There in front of them was Lord Erestor, with a squirming Lord Glorfindel beneath him. Both stood there transfixed at what they were witnessing.

“Ai Erestor, more! Please!” Came a desperate plea from Lord Glorfindel, Seneschal of Imladris.

Both elves looked at each other in utter shock, disbelievingly.

“It would appear you were wrong, my friend.”

“Apparently so," the other replied slowly, after soundlessly dropping the basket of fresh linens he was carrying, still unable to tear his eyes away from what he was seeing.

The jaws of both elves dropped as the sheets fell away to reveal Erestor, the usually reserved and formal advisor in the heights of passion, thrusting wildly into an incoherent Glorfindel. One of the intrusive elves licked his lips while the other swallowed hard at seeing such passion.

“What are we doing? We will be in trouble if someone was to come upon us watching them! Come, let us leave and check the rota to see where we went wrong!”

“I envy him.” The other said softly.

“Which one?”

“I don’t know, both I think.”

“Come, let us away! We must not speak of this to anyone else! It is one thing to insult a lord behind his back, but if anyone found out we watched two of them as they were making love… heads would roll. Come!”

The two elves left the hallway to make their way back to the healing rooms where they would find their rota that had been ‘adjusted’ by Glorfindel.


“Glorfindel, ah, I don’t know.. what feels better.. to feel you inside of me.. or, to take you as my own..” Erestor was thrusting deeply with Glorfindel’s legs wrapped around his waist, their noses almost brushing against each other. “I love your eyes, sky blue, so open, so loving.” Erestor panted while looking into the now glistening blue eyes of the warrior. Glorfindel could only moan in reply, words temporarily failing him.

He had never expected Erestor to be so commanding, so passionate, in this reversed role. The councillor was indeed magnificent. Glorfindel felt utterly undone, almost vulnerable, as Erestor took from him all his stamina, all his coherency. No one had ever been able to make him feel like the vulnerable counter part during a coupling. He had always been in control, even when on the receiving side. This was a new experience for the warrior, and he knew that the origin of these feelings came from the elf above him. The elf, who was even now showing him such tenderness, while taking him with the force that the advisor somehow knew the warrior wanted. Glorfindel didn’t just feel like the masculine warrior that he was, he also felt for the first time...delicate, fragile to the touch. He felt utterly beautiful. And, that’s when he heard it, the small noise escaping his lips. He whimpered! He never whimpered!

Erestor looked down, stilling his movements for a few moments, when he herd the soft sound. Until now he had heard Glorfindel’s moans and growls, but, had he just made Glorfindel whimper?

Glorfindel noted the almost amused, shocked expression of Erestor’s face, and the advisor could not help but smile in triumph.

“Aye councillor, you have achieved what no one else has. Now move before either I die or I kill you for leaving me like this.”

Erestor smiled an adoring smile and stroked blonde hair that was matted with sweat, before kissing Glorfindel deeply and passionately. Upon breaking the kiss, he whispered against the lips. “So beautiful.” Everything in the room was still and quiet, and then, without looking away from shimmering dark blue eyes, Erestor resumed his movements, his lips constantly brushing against Glorfindel’s.

Glorfindel mused that at that moment, he could only describe what he was feeling now as coming home. He was an experienced lover, not promiscuous, Simply experienced. Yet this felt like his first time, as if his past sexual experiences had only been mild warm- ups to what making love truly was. He wanted to tell Erestor all of this, but found when he opened his mouth to speak, all that would escape would be that small sound again. He could not contain his blush and looked up when Erestor again spoke soft words,
“I know Glorfindel. I.. feel it to.”

Both continued to writhe, their sweat slick and mingled between their bodies. And there it was again. He just couldn’t stop now that he had started. The small pitiful sounds kept spilling from his lips whenever he would open his mouth. Glorfindel went so far as to cover his mouth with his own hand, to save some of his dignity, but Erestor removed it immediately.

“No let me hear you, please.”

Glorfindel at last let go and allowed himself to submit completely, not withholding any moan or sound that left his lips. He laughed when Erestor looked down at him smiling, and gave him his best attempt at a growl, that came out sounding more like an aggressive purr. Both smiled into a deep kiss. When they broke, Erestor rested his brow against the blonde’s and set an even faster pace.

Both, gasping for air, had become one slick, writhing movement, one creature.


Glorfindel looked up in amazement when he heard a choked sob. Erestor was pushing as deep as he could, with tears streaming down his face. Glorfindel wiped away the tears and looked at Erestor in question. Erestor merely wiped away the tears that had been unconsciously falling from Glorfindel’s eyes. Glorfindel was utterly shocked. Why were they crying? He grew even more confused as he heard a sob escape his own lips.

/Why? / He thought to himself. To his amazement, Erestor answered a second later. “I don’t know. I’ve… never, known anything like this…Is it… it always like this?” Erestor was hard pressed to speak with a steady voice while still thrusting into his partner.

“No, I… ah, I’ve never know this before…”

“I can… not hold back anymore…”

“Don’t hold back.”

Erestor buried his face into Glorfindel’s shoulder. His hand wrapped around the straining length between them, not wanting to leave his lover unfulfilled.

Glorfindel dragged his nails down the pale, toned back and arched, screaming Erestor’s name and finally spilling himself between them. Erestor followed moments later, shouting Glorfindel’s name into his shoulder. The dark elf collapsed onto the warrior beneath him, unable, for the moment, to move. Lifting his head from the crook of Glorfindel’s neck, he looked in to very satisfied blue eyes. Carefully he pulled out and lay beside Glorfindel. Erestor immediately pulled the blond into an embrace facing each other.

Glorfindel leaned in for a brief kiss that was as soft and gentle as their first, only a day ago, before breaking the comfortable silence.
“That was,”

“I know”

“I’ve never, in all these years, that was just so intense.”

“Glorfindel?”

“Hmm?” Glorfindel had pulled the advisor closer to him by the waist, their heads sharing the same pillow.

“I don’t want to spoil the moment, but, what are we?”

“Two very satisfied elves.” Glorfindel replied with a cheeky grin while adding a quick kiss to Erestor’s nose. Erestor smiled in turn but persisted.

“I mean, where do we stand now?”

Glorfindel could tell Erestor was a little hesitant to hear his reply, as he was biting his bottom lip while shyly following Glorfindel’s jaw line with his fingers.

“You tell me.”

Erestor looked almost alarmed at being put on the spot. He nervously swallowed and his cheeks turned a slightly deeper shade of red. Unable to look Glorfindel in the eye, he followed the path of his fingers along Glorfindel’s jaw line.”

“I shouldn’t have brought it up. I don’t want to spoil this moment.”

“Tell me. Tell me what you feel.” Glorfindel spoke calmly and soothingly, as if he were speaking to a child.

“It is… to soon, probably, for me to do that…” Erestor trailed off.

“Erestor, I want to know. Please tell me. How do you feel about me?”

“I think, I… I”

Erestor nervously cleared his throat, turning an even deeper shade of red, as he focused on Glorfindel’s lips and spoke, not daring to look the other in the eye.

“I… I think I’m… I…”

“Erestor, I love you.”

Erestor's dark eyes were wide as they met apprehensive blue ones, but his smile was blinding. “I mean, that I’m in love with you. I’ve always loved you, my friend. But now I’m…I’m in love with you, Erestor.”

Erestor smiled as the usually smooth- tongued warrior babbled, but found himself unable to speak.

“Erestor? Erestor please. Put me out of my misery and tell me your feelings for me.”

“My feelings for you?” Erestor asked quietly, while smiling and running his fingers through blond hair.

“Erestor, tell me please”

“Shh,” Was all the reply the warrior received before being kissed deeply and lovingly. When they parted, their lips still a hair's width away from each others, the councillor whispered against the soft and abused lips, “I love you, Glorfindel. I love you.”

Both smiled blissfully. Glorfindel rested one hand in the dark silk that was Erestor’s mane, while Erestor wrapped his arm around the warrior's waist. They kissed slowly and deeply, and they continued to kiss until they both slipped into reverie, their lips still touching.


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They awoke a few hours later when it was almost evening time. They laid talking together, sharing intimate facts about each other that before, even though being close friends, they had not shared. Eventually, they managed to drag themselves to the bathroom to take a much needed bath; together, in each others arms.

They had dressed each other. Standing fully clothed, they stood in a loose embrace. Glorfindel made a sound of frustration that caught Erestor’s attention.

“Clothes, I so prefer the feel of your skin against mine Erestor.”

Erestor smiled sweetly and holding the warrior’s hand led him to door of his rooms.

When finally it came time for them to part ways, they stood just outside Erestor’s quarters. Stealing a few more kisses, they agreed to meet outside Glorfindel’s rooms later in the evening, before Erestor turned to make his way to the library, trying to think of an excuse as to why he had been absent for most of the day.

Glorfindel turned and was about to make his way, for he too had his own duties to attend to, but stopped as he almost tripped over a basket of fresh linen. A smile slowly formed on his face. Concluding that his plan had obviously worked, he picked up the basket and made his way to the healing rooms.

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Glorfindel walked into the room as if he owned it. Seeing one of the two house tenants he was after, busying himself with some sort of task, he walked over to him and dropped the basket at the elf’s feet. When the elf looked up to see the warrior in front of him, all the colour drained from his face.

“You left this outside Lord Erestor’s quarters, I presume? ”

“Aye, uh, we didn’t, that is, the rotas…”

“It’s alright. I know how it is that you came to be outside those doors. I changed that rota so you would witness what it was you saw.”

“You did? But why?”

“Because I over heard you and that other elf when you spoke of Erestor yesterday. To say I was infuriated is an understatement. I thought it best for you to see for yourself how very wrong you were. And know this. If I ever hear you speak of a superior or friend of mine thusly again, I will take action. Now, you will inform your friend and colleague of what I have told you. You will not utter a single word of what you have seen or of what has been spoken between us to anyone else. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes my lord.”

“Good, then we will drop this now, and leave it at that. Understood?”

“Yes my lord. T-thank you my lord.”

With a swift nod, Glorfindel left the room as swiftly as he entered, feeling very pleased with himself and leaving an almost shaking elf behind him.

Finally, Glorfindel left to tend to his own duties. But he found that all he could think about was the evening to come, when Erestor, his love, would meet him in his rooms, later that night.

TBC,,