Lost Tomes

Title: Lost Tomes 1/?
Authors: Lucifel
Beta: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: I do not own the Elves mentioned in this fan fiction. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, the master and creative writer of the wonder that is Middle-earth.
Rating: NC-17 - for yummy slash
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Summary: Elrond has misplaced one of his tomes and it is up to Erestor and the other advisors to find it.
Notes: Well this is my first official fan fiction under the name Lucifel. I hope you like it. I may very well continue this one if people like it enough and want me to. Right now it is definitely going to be considered PWP.

Chapter 1

Erestor hummed softly to himself as he moved about the deserted library. He was happy to finally be free of the other advisors as many of them had gone off to bed. They had all been putting in long hours recently, searching for a tome that Lord Elrond wanted. No one could seem to find it at all. He thought that if it were quiet enough he would at least stand a chance in recovering it. How had Elrond lost it? That was the big question. Everything was usually in its place, but this one seemed to have disappeared off the face of Middle-earth.

“Erestor…” a soft voice floated from behind him as Glorfindel silently made his way up the stairs to the second level. “I have waited in bed for you for the past two hours.”

Erestor turned at the sound of his lover’s voice, his cheeks flushed. He flushed even more, seeing him standing there in only a pair of leggings. “I’m sorry Glorfindel,” he replied softly. “I was just searching for a tome that Elrond has been requesting for the past week.” He turned back to the shelves. He gave a happy sound, thinking he had found it, but immediately made a face. ‘Close, but not quite,’ he told himself.

“You do realize that Lord Elrond would not want you to lose sleep over it,” Glorfindel stated softly.

“I know,” Erestor answered softly. “But it’s breaking my heart seeing him so…sad about it being missing. I believe Celebrian had given it to him years ago. It’s very precious to him.”

“I see…” Glorfindel murmured softly. He watched as Erestor took off his robes, leaving the Advisor in his leggings and a silk shirt. He silently ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he was watched him go back to searching for the tome. When Erestor bent over, he thought he would die right then and there. “Such a tempting target,” he commented aloud.

Erestor’s eyes narrowed slightly as he straightened up. He turned and looked at Glorfindel. “You really do have a one track mind,” he told him.

Glorfindel grinned at him before he stepped close to him. He pushed Erestor back against the shelves, his arms trapping the dark-haired Elf as he placed them on either side of his lover’s head. He looked down at Erestor, a wicked grin on his face. “Like you care…” he purred out. He leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “I bet you would like it if I were to bend you over the nearest desk and take you until you are reduced to nothing but sexy moans and screams of pleasure…”

A soft groan escaped Erestor and his cheeks flushed. He arched his neck slightly, giving the Balrog Slayer better access to his neck. “It…it would be nice…” Erestor stuttered. “But we could get caught!”

A soft chuckle floated through the air as Glorfindel licked at his neck. “We will not be caught,” he purred out knowingly. “I locked the door when I came in.” He pulled back and stopped kissing Erestor long enough to carefully pull his shirt up over his head and toss it aside. “But, before I do that…you still owe me a favor from the other night.”

Erestor grinned as he looked up at his beloved. “Oh I do, don’t I?” he whispered softly, his demeanor changing, now that he knew they wouldn’t be caught. He allowed his hands to slide down the front of Glorfindel, until they reached his leggings and slowly untied them, purring as he watched the Seneschal’s hard length spring free. “Mmmm…delicious…” he murmured softly.

Glorfindel watched as Erestor slowly sank to his knees in front of him. Taking hold of his hard length, Erestor stroked him slowly before he started to place kisses up and down the sides and the head. Glorfindel moaned softly as he watched his lover’s tongue snake out and swirl around the tip of his length. He brought his hands up to rest against the book shelves so he didn’t fall over. His hips bucked forward and a sharp gasp escaped him as Erestor took him into his mouth.

Purring at his reaction, Erestor slowly took his time pleasing his lover, alternating between stroking Glorfindel’s length and just sucking. Sometimes he did them both at the same time, causing Glorfindel to make all sorts of strange sounds. Glorfindel was close to climax and he could tell. Silently, he brought his hands up and caressed his lover’s balls, feeling them tighten even more

Glorfindel let out a shout as he came, spilling himself down the back of Erestor’s throat. His legs were shaky as he struggled to stay standing. Pulling back ever so slowly, Erestor licked his lips as he looked up at him, grinning.

“Mmm, that was very very nice…” Glorfindel whispered softly. Reaching down, he pulled Erestor to his feet and pressed his lips to his. Tasting himself on Erestor’s tongue, he groaned softly before pulling back. “I think it’s time I have my way with you,” he growled out, his eyes shining wickedly.

A soft gasp escaped Erestor as Glorfindel slapped him on the bottom playfully. He felt the golden haired Elf untie his leggings and pull them down his legs. Placing his hands on Glorfindel’s shoulders, Erestor stepped out of them carefully. He let out a soft giggle as Glorfindel swept him off his feet. His lover picked him up firmly and made his way over to the desk and then sat him down on the edge of it. Spreading his legs open, Glorfindel settled between them and set to the task of kissing Erestor.

Another soft moan escaped Erestor as he kissed the Seneschal back. He reached into the drawer with his hand and pulled out a vial of oil. He had been anticipating that Glorfindel might want him that night. Glorfindel chuckled softly as he saw the oil in his hand. “You always come prepared, don’t you?” he asked softly.

“Mmm, I try to,” Erestor replied impishly. He looked up at Glorfindel lovingly as he was pushed back against the desk. He brought his hands up to clutch at the edge of the desk over his head, already knowing what Glorfindel wanted of him. The golden haired Elf smiled as he took the oil and poured some onto his hand.

Glorfindel silently spread Erestor’s legs further and put his feet up on the edge so his knees were bent. “What a sight you make…” he teased softly. Before Erestor could respond, he pressed a slick finger into the Advisor, causing him to cry out softly. Wickedly, he slowly moved it in and out of his lover, enjoying the sounds Erestor was making before he added a second finger and then a third.

Once Erestor was finally stretched and ready for him, Glorfindel thrust himself inside of the dark haired Elf all the way. He groaned softly at the delicious tight heat and Erestor arched his back in pleasure. He took his love swiftly, not able to hold back as he had wanted Erestor for most of the day. Feeling his climax swiftly approaching yet again, Glorfindel reached a hand in between them and stroked him in time with his thrusts. He wanted them to climax together like they always did.

Erestor bit his bottom lip as he struggled to hang on. He was so close that he was teetering on the edge. He clamped his legs tightly around Glorfindel’s waist as he clung to his golden haired lover, afraid to let go of him and the desk as he might fall off and sail into oblivion. His back arched yet again as he let out a shout at the same time Glorfindel did.

Glorfindel spilled himself inside of his beloved advisor the same time that Erestor spilled himself on both of them, covering their stomachs and chests in his warmth. Panting softly, they clung to one another for a few moments. Erestor let go of the desk to wrap his arms around Glorfindel’s neck.

“As usual that was wonderful…” Erestor managed to get out. He smiled up at Glorfindel, gently pushing a strand of golden hair out of his eyes.

“Aye that it was…” Glorfindel whispered softly. Slowly, he removed himself from his beloved and pulled back. Quickly, he helped Erestor clean up and then himself before he pulled his leggings back on. Erestor pulled on his robe and clutched his shirt and leggings to his chest, smiling happily at his beloved.

“Shall we go now?” Erestor asked softly.

“Mmm, I think we should,” Glorfindel replied, chuckling. “I think I could go for another round…but I think we should do it in the own privacy of one of our rooms.”

Erestor chuckled softly as they headed toward the door. Glorfindel reached out and unlocked it and the two silently made their way out. Once the door closed behind them, two Elves silently made their way out of the shadows on the third level.

Elladan and Elrohir stood there, their eyes wide at what they had witnessed. Elrohir’s mouth was hanging open slightly and Elladan just shook his head. They had never ever thought they would witness their two tutors ‘going at it’ as some of the guards referred to it as. Granted, most times, if you passed one of their rooms there was no way you could miss the sounds but they had never thought they would actually bear witness to the deed being done.

“Ada would kill them if he knew what we just witnessed…” Elrohir whispered softly.

“Aye, and so we will not tell him a thing,” Elladan replied. He shook his head some more before he grinned wickedly. “You do realize we can now blackmail them into anything right?”

Elrohir giggled softly as he looked at his twin. He rested his head on his twin’s shoulder. “Oh, but this could be fun…”

Elladan silently held up the tome that Erestor had been looking for. “Oh I think it shall be…especially seeing that we have the tome Ada has been looking for…”

Both twins giggled softly to themselves as they headed toward the door. Elladan slipped the book into one of his deep pockets before they headed off to their rooms. They had some plotting to do…

TBC…Or will it? That part is now up to you…Though I have to admit, it won’t take much pulling of my arm to make me write some more.