Enough for Tonight

Title: Enough for Tonight (1/22)
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, plus a few other pairings that will show up later.
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Master Tolkien owns them all. Except for the cat.
Warning: AU. Fluff – including the cat kind. Blood and battles in later parts.
Summary: Erestor cares for a wounded friend.


First, a few notes on the timeline and such.

In my universe, Glorfindel returned around 1700 S.A., shortly after the fall of Eregion. Erestor and Elrond are about the same age, both born at the end of the F.A.

Present time in the story is around 1300 T.A., when “evil begins to multiply again” in Middle-earth, so Erestor and Elrond are somewhere around 4,700 years old, and the twins are just under 1,200.

Glorfindel, counting both of his lives, is older than dirt.

Caladir is about 2,000.

Tinnu is – well, Tinnu is highly affronted that you would even ask, and refuses to say.

Arwen is visiting her grandparents in Lothlorien, which is why you won’t find her in this story. Since I’m messing with Tolkien’s universe anyway, Celebrian was attacked and sailed to Valinor about 1200 years before she really did, so she has been gone around one hundred years.


Part One

Erestor sat in front of the window in the darkened room, staring out to the courtyard. Rain poured down in heavy cascades, lightening flashed and thunder roared. His eyes never leaving the window, he spoke softly when the small animal curled on his lap was startled awake, and gently stroked its fur. “Be at peace, Tinnu, it’s only thunder. You are safe with me.” The jet-black cat settled down again, moving its head against the comfort of Erestor’s hand. The cat was sleek as a panther, with velvet fur that sparkled when lightening flashed. Erestor knew the steady stroking of the soft fur and the sound of the deep purring rumble coming from the cat was helping control his own anxiety as he waited.

Erestor was waiting for his best friend to return, praying to the Valar for his safety, and nervously watching every movement outside. Glorfindel’s patrol had run into a band of Orcs near the Western border. Although the elves had destroyed the Orcs, several wounded members of the patrol had been escorted back to Imladris earlier in the day. When Erestor had helped care for the wounded, he had learned that Glorfindel and the remaining members of the patrol had stayed to ensure there were no more Orcs close to Imladris’ borders before returning.

Glorfindel had been reborn with the innocence of the Firstborn, and the grace of the Eldar was strong in him. In battle, he shone with the light of Aman, having lived in that blessed realm with their kin who had never left for Middle-earth. Erestor knew no foul creature of Melkor could stand before him, but that did not mean that Glorfindel could not be wounded or killed again.

Erestor had long loved the mighty warrior, but knew that Glorfindel would never think of him as other than a dear friend. What had he, a simple councilor, to offer to such an elf blessed by the Valar? He simply could not risk letting Glorfindel know his feelings; he would not be able to bear the rejection. Erestor could not imagine his life without Glorfindel, never seeing his angelic face, never sharing peaceful evenings talking or just sitting in comfortable silence.

A sharp “meow” and a set of claws in his thigh made Erestor realize his fingers had gathered up a section of the cat’s fur and he was gripping it tightly. Releasing the poor animal’s back, he said “Forgive me, Tinnu, I did not mean to hurt you,” as his hand smoothed the perturbed cat.

It was just past midnight when the returning patrol was sighted. Erestor picked up Tinnu from his lap, got up, and then placed the cat back on the chair. “I will return. Glorfindel is almost home,” he told the cat, and hurried out of his room.

Elladan and Elrohir joined Erestor in the corridor, and the three ran outside to join Elrond. “The sentries report all in our patrol survive, but there are many more wounded.” Elrond said. “I fear we will need all three of you to assist in the healing house again.”

“Of course, Ada.” Elrohir replied, while the others nodded to Elrond.

All four turned to the gate when the patrol arrived. There were several guards being carried on litters, and several more wounded riding with their brothers-in-arms, held closely in front of an uninjured warrior to ensure their safety. All of the returning patrol was drenched from the rain. Erestor felt his heart stop for a beat when he saw Glorfindel enter the courtyard. He was riding on Asfaloth, in front of Caladir, his second in command, and Caladir’s arms circled his chest, holding him steady. Glorfindel’s eyes were nearly closed, and his shoulder and chest were saturated in blood – his blood.

“Elrond!” Erestor called. “Come, quickly, it is Glorfindel,” and hurried to his friend. Elrond gestured to his sons to take over checking the guard he was with, and turned to go with Erestor.

Elladan and Elrohir knew their father and Erestor would take care of Glorfindel. Their hearts told them to go to their injured former teacher and friend as well, but they knew they were needed to assist the other healers with the other wounded. “Go, Ada” Elladan said. “We will take care of them.”

Elrond and Erestor reached Glorfindel at the same time, and two pair of arms reached to take him from Caladir. Glorfindel’s eyes opened, and he smiled weakly when he saw Elrond and Erestor, reaching one hand out to them. “My Lord Elrond,” Caladir said, “it is his shoulder - an Orc blade. We bound it with healing herbs as tight as we could, but still it bleeds. We found the Orc camp, and the foul creatures numbered three times as many as we. Lord Glorfindel killed many, until three large Orcs encircled him. One managed to strike him before he was able to take them out.”

“Elrond,” Glorfindel said wearily, “we destroyed them all. I do not think they will venture so close to Imladris again any time soon.” Glorfindel’s eyes closed again, and he sighed deeply.

Erestor took Glorfindel in his arms, allowing Elrond to lift the bandages and assess the damage.
“Quickly, Erestor, we must get him to the healing house.” Elrond said. Turning to Caladir, Elrond noticed a cut on his arm. “Caladir, you have done well this night. Go with the others now and get that arm tended to.” Caladir bowed to his Lord, and moved to follow the other guards.

Elrond and Erestor took Glorfindel to a separate room in the healing house, and laid him on the bed. Before they could remove his soaked clothing and get him into a dry, warm robe, they needed to tend to his shoulder. Elrond carefully cut off Glorfindel’s tunic on his wounded side, and removed the bandages. Erestor sat on the bed and helped Glorfindel lean his uninjured side against him so Elrond could examine the wound. The slash was long and deep, a horribly jagged cut straight through the top of his shoulder. “Thank the Valar it was not near one of your vital organs, Glorfindel,” Elrond said. “You are cut to the bone. I see no sign of poison, but the foul blade has caused an infection. I must stitch your shoulder to stop this bleeding, my friend. Do you wish me to give you a potion so you will sleep through it? The pain must be great.” Elrond asked.

Glorfindel barely opened his eyes. “Nay, Elrond, the pain is bearable. I am merely exhausted. I may even fall asleep while you work.” Elrond raised his eyebrows and gave Erestor a smirk. Erestor simply tightened his hold on his weary secret love, his heart rejoicing that Glorfindel was not dangerously wounded. Elrond cleaned the wound, and then began joining muscle and flesh together with careful stitches. Glorfindel took one of Erestor’s hands, occasionally gripping it tightly when the pain was more severe, while Erestor’s free hand rubbed slow, comforting circles on Glorfindel’s back.

When the stitching was finished, Elrond placed packets of healing herbs along the wound, covered it with pads of soft, clean cloth, and wrapped bandages around him to hold it all in place, immobilizing his left arm. He prepared more herbs, mixing them in a cup of hot water. Noticing that Glorfindel’s free hand was still holding Erestor’s, he held the cup to his mouth and said “Drink, Glorfindel.” His patient dutifully complied, scrunching up his face at the bitter taste. Elrond continued, “I am afraid you will need to drink this often, my friend, if we are to heal you of the infection.”

Elrond placed the cup safely on a table, and sat down on the bed next to his friends. “Glorfindel,” he said, “ you are very lucky you were wounded on your left side. Your right is your sword arm, is it not?” Glorfindel nodded once. Elrond continued, “My friend, I am afraid this will take several weeks to heal. It is the damaged muscles that will take the longest. I cannot allow you to go out on patrol again until you are healed.”

Glorfindel looked at Elrond, eyebrows raised, and then said, “Weeks? Elrond, it is my duty to keep our borders safe. I cannot allow a little wound to keep me….”

“Glorfindel,” Erestor’s soft voice stopped him, “we cannot allow our Seneschal to endanger Imladris or our guards by patrolling when he is not at his full strength,” gently reminding Glorfindel of his duty. “You have made our borders safe for a time. No Orc or other foul creature will venture close for months. Even if they do, you have trained Caladir well. Your guards respect him and will follow him until your return. You do not want your men worrying about you instead of concentrating on their duty.

“Aye, Erestor, you are right,” Glorfindel conceded, “but it is hard for me to admit I cannot continue my duties, even for a short time. What will I do with myself for all that time?”

Elrond smiled at his friends. “I believe we can find something to keep you suitably occupied, my friend. But let us discuss that in a few days when your wound starts to heal and the infection is gone. First, we need to get you out of those wet clothes and into something warm.”

Glorfindel sighed and looked at Erestor and then Elrond. He was in pain, but refused to admit it in front of his Lord. “Elrond, I would like to go to my own chambers instead of remaining here. As long as I am to be coddled for a while, I want to be in my own room. You know how I hate staying in the healing house.”

Elrond sighed, then spoke gently, “Glorfindel, you need someone to care for you, fix the potions you must take, and in general to help you, aside from the fact that we need to watch your inflection. You cannot even dress yourself with one arm bound.” Glorfindel bowed his head dejectedly.

Erestor watched Elrond and Glorfindel, and thought for a moment. Could he? Should he? The chance to be this close to his heart’s desire might never come again. Even if Glorfindel noticed something different about him, Erestor felt sure he could pass it off as concern for his wounded friend. Being so close to Glorfindel would be torture, but he wanted to help the one who held his heart. “Elrond,” Erestor began, “we do not have much work to handle this time of year. There are no special festivities planned, and I have my assistants who can continue with the copying and cataloging I am working on. Perhaps we could let Glorfindel return to his rooms if I stayed with him and cared for him?” It would be enough to only stay close to him for one night.

Glorfindel gave Erestor a grateful look and looked up to Elrond hopefully. “Please, Elrond?” he begged. “I promise I will not drive Erestor as crazy as I would the healers here.”

Elrond looked at Erestor. He was fairly certain that his Chief Councilor had been in love with Glorfindel for centuries. Knowing the councilor as well as he did, he knew Erestor would never disclose his feeling to Glorfindel without some kind of catalyst. “Erestor? Are you certain you want to be responsible for Imladris’ worst patient? Do you recall what happened the last time our dear Seneschal was wounded? And that was only after one day!”

Erestor smiled, remembering healers fleeing from Glorfindel’s room in a hail of plates, cutlery, and anything else the warrior could find to throw. “Ah, but Elrond, this time he will be in his own room, and I think he will be less likely to break his own things! Besides, I can always tie him down to his bed if I need to.”

“Very well, Glorfindel,” Elrond chuckled. “As long as you promise to do what Erestor says, rest, and take your potions, I will allow you to return to your rooms. Erestor, I will make up the herbs against the infection, as well as herbs for pain. You know how to use them. I will rely on you to let me know if you have need of me, and I want to check the wound daily.” Erestor acknowledged Elrond’s words with a nod.

“Elrond, will you check on my men and send me word how they fare?” Glorfindel asked. “Some of their wounds looked to be serious.”

“Of course, my friend,” Elrond replied. “I will leave you two and check on them now.” Elrond placed a hand on Erestor’s shoulder. “Take good care of our friend, Erestor.” Turning to Glorfindel, he said, “I am glad you are safely back, Glorfindel. And remember, you promised to behave.” His two friends nodded, and bade their Lord good night as he left the room.

“Aiya, Erestor, I am weary and chilled to the bone, to say nothing of these wet clothes,” Glorfindel sighed. “And I am hungry and I hurt,” he added, letting himself give into his pain in the presence of his closest friend. Although elves did not usually feel cold, Erestor knew the trauma of Glorfindel’s wound would make him feel chilled.

Erestor stood and helped Glorfindel up. “Come,” he said, “Let us get you to your room.” He placed a warm cloak around Glorfindel’s shoulders, and then wrapped an arm around his waist to support the warrior, and they slowly began to walk. When they saw a servant in the corridor, Erestor stopped. “Amarion, would you go ahead of us to Lord Glorfindel’s rooms please, and make sure the fire is started? Then I would appreciate it if you would go to the kitchens and ask them to bring some hot soup and hot water in a kettle I can place over the fire in his rooms.”

“Of course, My Lord,” the servant replied, “I would be honored,” and hurried away to do as Erestor requested. The servants in Imladris were all treated kindly and generously, and genuinely loved their Lords.

In the healing house, Elladan and Elrohir worked among the healers, helping to clean wounds, stitch cuts and administer potions. When they saw Elrond enter, Elladan called to him, “Ada, how fares Glorfindel?” The room went silent, as all waited for Elrond’s response. Elrond, aware that everyone wanted - nay, needed - to know his answer, spoke loud enough for all to hear. “He will be well. The wound is deep and infected, but not mortal. It will take him several weeks to heal, though, and Lord Erestor has volunteered to stay with him and care for him during his recovery.” There was a collective sigh of relief at the news. Elrond moved to assist the other healers and check on the condition of each and every elf in Glorfindel’s patrol.

Part Two

When Erestor and Glorfindel reached Glorfindel’s quarters, the fires in both his sitting room and his bedroom were blazing, slowly heating the rooms, and Amarion was already gone. Erestor lead Glorfindel into his bedroom, and standing next to the bed, nervously began to remove Glorfindel’s wet clothes, wondering just how he was going to accomplish the task and not let Glorfindel see his desire. After carefully removing Glorfindel’s now torn and cut tunic, he untied his leggings, knowing he would have to look below Glorfindel’s chest to avoid accidentally hitting something with his hands that he shouldn’t. After pushing the leggings half way down, keeping his head bowed, he gestured to Glorfindel to sit on the bed, and bent to remove his boots, followed by the leggings. Erestor turned to Glorfindel’s wardrobe and pulled out a warm night robe, steeling himself to keep his eyes on Glorfindel’s face. Erestor turned and smiled at Glorfindel, but stopped when he saw Glorfindel’s head bowed, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes simply staring at the floor. “Glorfindel? Are you alright?” he asked.

Glorfindel looked up and managed a weak smile. “Aye, Erestor. Just tired and cold.”
Erestor chastised himself for thinking about his own desire instead of the warrior’s condition, and quickly helped him into the warm robe, one side simply hanging over his shoulder and bound arm. “Now, under the bed covers with you,” Erestor said, propping up pillows behind him so he could sit comfortably until his soup arrived.

“Thank you, Erestor,” Glorfindel said. “You are a good and dear friend. Someday I hope I can repay you for this.”

“I need no repayment, Glorfindel, save your return to health,” Erestor replied, just as a knock sounded at the door. “Ah, that must be your dinner.” Erestor opened the door to a kitchen servant carrying a large and heavy tray. On her heels was Elrohir, with the herbs from Elrond.

Elrohir passed the herbs to Erestor, and took the tray from the slender young elleth. They thanked the young servant, who bowed gracefully and left.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor said, as they moved to the bedroom, “You have a visitor.” Glorfindel looked up and smiled weakly at Elrohir, who placed the heavy tray on the table. As Erestor poured a cup of the hot water for Glorfindel’s potion, Elrohir moved to the bed.

“I won’t ask how you fare, Glorfindel, for I can see for myself,” Elrohir’s concern was evident on his face. “Ada asked me to tell you all of the wounded in your patrol are now cared for and resting. There are some serious injuries, but he does not think that any are in danger.”

“Thank you, Elrohir. You have lifted a great concern from me.”

“I will say goodnight now, Glorfindel, Erestor, and leave you to your meal and your rest. Oh, and Glorfindel, Ada also said to tell you to ‘stop being such a proud balrog slayer for once and take the pain potion’ he sent.”

Erestor and Elrohir smirked, and Glorfindel scowled. “Aye, my friend, Elrond knows you well,” Erestor said, placing the cup in Glorfindel’s one free hand. “Be careful, it is very hot. I have mixed the herbs for the infection with herbs to dull your pain, and added honey. Now be a good elf and drink it all down.” Glorfindel obediently drank.

Bidding them goodnight, Elrohir left, closing the door behind him, unaware that someone else had entered the room while the door was open.

Erestor took the emptied cup from Glorfindel. “Cook has sent some wonderful looking hot soup, bread and fruit.” Erestor carried the bowl of soup and some bread to the bed and sat down next to Glorfindel. “You are weary, my friend. Let me help you with this, then you can sleep.” Placing the bread in Glorfindel’s free hand, he carefully proceeded to feed Glorfindel the soup, grateful he could be so close to the one he loved. He knew Glorfindel was too worn to notice much tonight, so he was not too concerned about shielding his feelings.

When Glorfindel finished his meal, Erestor removed the pillows from behind him, and helped him to lie comfortably. He took the tray into the sitting room, and was just hanging the kettle over the fire in the bedroom when he noticed a streak of black moving across the room. “Tinnu, how did you get in here?” The cat jumped up on the bed next to Glorfindel, put his nose to Glorfindel’s cheek and meowed.

Glorfindel moved his free hand and stroked the cat’s soft face. “Tinnu, thank you for coming to see me, my little friend,” Glorfindel spoke softly to the cat. “Erestor, he acts like he knows I’m wounded,” Glorfindel said, as the cat licked his hand.

“Aye, he’s an elvish cat. He knows when one of us is hurt or in need of comfort,” Erestor smiled at Glorfindel and the cat. “Tinnu, lie down next to Glorfindel and keep him warm.” Tinnu stretched out against Glorfindel’s side and purring, snuggled his head against the wounded shoulder. Erestor inwardly sighed and wished he could take Tinnu’s place.

Glorfindel sighed contentedly. “Where will you rest, Erestor?” Now that the pain Glorfindel had been silently dealing with was finally dulled, he realized his good fortune. Erestor, his sweet Erestor, was staying with him to care for him! Over the many long years, Glorfindel knew his feelings for Erestor had changed from simple friendship to love, but the smaller, lithe, and elegant councilor had never given any sign that he wanted anything other than their close friendship. Glorfindel had never seen an elf more beautiful than his Erestor. The long, silken black hair that sparkled with light when he moved, the full, perfectly shaped red lips, that pert little nose, the perfectly rounded, beautiful behind, the deep chocolate eyes…..oh, his eyes. Glorfindel could lose himself in Erestor’s eyes.

“I will be fine on your sofa. I want to stay awake in case you need me,” Erestor replied, wishing he could lie beside Glorfindel and hold him in his arms.

“Nay, Erestor. You can’t possibly rest there. You will be here for several days, and you must rest as well. Come, the bed is large enough for all of us, and I insist you make yourself comfortable. Besides, if you lie at my other side, both you and Tinnu can keep me warm. Just get another sleeping robe from the wardrobe for yourself and come lie down.” Glorfindel needed Erestor close to him this night.

Erestor felt panicked for a moment, but did not want to upset Glorfindel by insisting he rest on the sofa. Steeling himself to keep his feelings from Glorfindel, he moved to the wardrobe to find a sleeping robe for himself. He was about to go into the bathroom to change, but then realized Glorfindel might think that odd, especially after he had removed Glorfindel’s clothes and dressed him in his night robe, so he stayed where he was. He turned his back to Glorfindel, undressed quickly and pulled the night robe over his head. When he turned around, Glorfindel was watching Tinnu, stroking his soft fur. After watching and gazing lovingly at Erestor’s beautiful body, Glorfindel made sure Erestor wouldn’t know. The last thing he wanted was to upset his friend.

The robe dragged the floor and the sleeves covered his hands, but it would have to do for tonight. Erestor folded the sleeves up, and then hung his robes neatly in the wardrobe. “I will have to bring some of my own things here, my friend. Your night robe is trying to trip me. But the morning will be soon enough for that.” Holding up the robe so he wouldn’t trip, Erestor moved to the bed. He lay down next to Glorfindel, but on top of the bed covers and not too close. Turning toward Glorfindel, he said, “Sleep now, my friend. Tinnu and I will watch over you.”

Glorfindel reached his free hand for one of Erestor’s, and grasped it, fingers entwined. For tonight, it was enough to have Erestor next to him. His eyes slowly closed and he fell into a healing sleep.

Erestor watched Glorfindel fall asleep, then reached over and stroked his golden hair. Placing a chaste kiss on Glorfindel’s brow, he whispered, “I will always love you Glorfindel.” Still holding Glorfindel’s hand, he made himself comfortable and joined him in reverie. Tinnu purred.

Part Three

Glorfindel woke in the morning finally feeling warm, but the pain had returned and he knew it would be uncomfortable to move. The cat was still stretched along his left side, but he had somehow managed to pull Erestor closer and drape his good arm and one leg over the smaller elf. He turned and looked into Erestor’s eyes, and saw warm, chocolate eyes returning his gaze. Erestor had been awake for a while, but was afraid to move for fear of waking his friend. Not that he minded at all being so close to him, but the state of a certain part of his body was making him regret wishing he could be as close as Tinnu was. This was plain torture! Luckily the voluminous night robe was doing a good job of hiding “things”.

“Good morn, Glorfindel,” Erestor said softly. “Are you feeling better this morning?”

“Good morning, Erestor.” Glorfindel decided it was best not to say anything about pulling Erestor closer during the night. “Truthfully, I think I could use that potion to dull the pain again.”

“Of course, my friend. We need to make sure you have the herbs for the infection as well, or Elrond will want you back in the healing house.” Erestor gently moved Glorfindel’s arm off of his chest, and slid out from under his leg. “Do you want to use the bathroom before you take the potion?”

Glorfindel really did need to visit the bathroom, but decided he could wait. The thought of getting up from the warm bed and walking across the room right then was not a welcome one. “Not yet, Erestor. I will wait.”

“You lie there a rest then, and I will be back with your potion in just a moment.” Erestor moved to the fire, removed the hot water kettle, took the herbs from the table, and carried everything into the bathroom with him. He prepared the potion with the herbs and set it aside to steep. Lifting his night robe, he stared down at his erect penis, proudly standing against his stomach. “All right you ungrateful wretch, there is only one thing I can do with you this morning,” he whispered. And taking himself in hand, he quickly dealt with his “problem”. After cleaning himself up, along with the mess he made, he stared down at himself, whispering, “Now behave! There will be no more of that nonsense this day!” Taking the kettle and cup with him, he calmly reentered the bedroom. Walking carefully to avoid tripping on the long robe, he replaced the kettle over the fire and placed the cup next to Glorfindel’s bed.

Glorfindel had curled around the soft cat again, and Tinnu was purring in his ear. “Come, Glorfindel,” Erestor said, “let me help you sit up.” He moved Tinnu to the end of the bed, and carefully placed an arm under Glorfindel’s shoulders. “Are you ready, my friend?” he asked, feeling distressed at the pain this would probably cause his love. Glorfindel nodded, and Erestor gently raised his back, placing pillows against the headboard for support. He helped Glorfindel scoot back and settle his back in the pillows. “All right?”

“Aye, Erestor. Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you, my friend,” Glorfindel smiled gratefully.

“I do,” Erestor smirked. “You would be in the healing house yelling and throwing things at everyone! Now drink your potion while it is hot.”

Glorfindel swallowed, then screwed up his face. “You forgot the honey!”

Erestor guiltily said, “I’m sorry Glorfindel. Drink it like this for now, and I will get more honey from the kitchens for next time.” Erestor was a bit angry with himself for letting his morning “problem” distract him from preparing Glorfindel’s potion.

“Yes, Nana,” Glorfindel scowled. Erestor just smirked.

Erestor picked up Tinnu, scratched around his ears, and walking with the cat to the door, said “Time for you to go outside, little one. If you don’t want to get your own breakfast this morning, come back and I will feed you.” Erestor set him down at the door, and the cat scurried off.

Tinnu was very proud of earning his keep in the Last Homely House. All of the elves always praised him for his hunting skill. Erestor usually feed him at night with his favorite treats, but Tinnu liked to keep his hunting skills sharp by catching his own breakfast. He headed off for his favorite hunting ground, the grain cellar, which he proudly kept free of rats and mice.

Erestor had helped Glorfindel to the bathroom, settled him back in bed, and changed into his own robes again before a servant arrived with their breakfast. He was just finishing feeding Glorfindel when Elrond arrived to check on his favorite patient.

“Good morning Erestor, and how is my Seneschal this morning?” Elrond asked as Erestor opened the door for him.

“Good morning Elrond.” Speaking softly so Glorfindel could not hear him, he added, “ He was in pain again this morning, but I think he is doing better. I have been mixing the herbs for his pain with the other ones, and it seems to be working.”

“Good,” replied Elrond in a whisper.

Entering the bedroom, Elrond greeted Glorfindel. “Good morning, my friend. Are you feeling better today?”

“Aye, Elrond, but I will admit my shoulder feels like the balrog has been at it again.”

Erestor helped Elrond remove Glorfindel’s sleeping robe from his shoulder, and Elrond gently removed the bandages. The cut was beginning to mend, but the flesh was swollen an angry red. Erestor gasped at the sight.

“It’s the infection, Erestor. I expected it.” Elrond’s fingers sent small amounts of healing energy into the shoulder. He could not spare much – there were too many wounded last night, and he knew he had to rebuild his strength – but it was enough to ease Glorfindel’s pain and hopefully encourage healing. Elrond changed the herbs over the wound and wound new bandages around Glorfindel. He was surprised when Glorfindel did not question the fact that he was immobilizing his arm again. He must be hurting more than he is showing, Elrond thought.

Sitting on the bed next to his golden friend, Elrond said, “Glorfindel, continue to rest and drink the herbs Erestor gives you. I hope in another day or two I will be able to free your arm, but right now it is best to restrict your movement so as not to pull the stitches.”

Glorfindel nodded. “I understand. Elrond, I would dearly love to take a bath. I am still covered in old sweat from the battle, and I’m sure I smell. May I?”

Elrond looked at Erestor. The councilor thought for a moment, and then said, “Perhaps if we only filled the bathtub half way, and we removed the bandages wrapping his arm, I could wash him while he holds the arm still. I could wash his hair over the end of the bath with a smaller tub. When we’re done, I would replace the bandages, of course. Would that work?”

Elrond nodded. “That sound like a good plan. Glorfindel?”

“Aye, Erestor. Thank you.”

“Elrond, before you leave, would you mind staying with Glorfindel for a few minutes while I go collect some of my clothing and things?” Erestor asked.

“Of course, my friend,” Elrond responded.

Erestor quickly left Glorfindel’s rooms and hurried to his own. Oh, joy, he thought, to bathe Glorfindel! Visions of touching his love’s chest, washing his legs, washing his……. Oh no! was the next thought, how will I ever control myself! Erestor collected the clothing and personal items he needed, and then hurried to the Library to check on his assistants. He gave them their assignments, answered their questions, and on the way out stopped in his office to gather some work he might be able to squeeze in while Glorfindel slept.

In less than ten minutes he was back at Glorfindel’s rooms. Leaving his work in Glorfindel’s sitting room, he carried everything else with him to the bedroom. “Glorfindel, are you ready for your bath now?” he asked.

Glorfindel nodded eagerly. Maybe if Erestor helped him bathe it would cause a spark of interest in his friend. Glorfindel could only hope.

“Erestor, you go prepare the bath, and I will remove the bandages.” Elrond stood and began to ready Glorfindel.

Erestor opened the tap for the hot water from the springs below the house to flow into the bathtub, and selected a bottle of oil from the shelf. Opening the bottle, he smelled the scent he always associated with Glorfindel – a fresh evergreen with a hint of citrus. Smiling, he added the oil to the bath, just as Elrond and Glorfindel arrived at the door. Elrond helped Erestor remove Glorfindel’s night robe, and they carefully helped him sit in the bathtub. Glorfindel signed contentedly.

“Erestor, will you be alright if I leave you now?”

“Of course, Elrond. Thank you for your help,” Erestor smiled his goodbye.

“Glorfindel, I will be back to check on you later,” Elrond said as he was leaving. Glorfindel simply nodded once.

Erestor removed his robe, leaving him dressed only in his leggings. “Now, my friend, let’s start with your beautiful hair,” he said, all the while thinking to himself ‘remember he’s hurt, remember he’s hurt, remember he’s hurt,’ like a mantra.

“You think my hair beautiful, Erestor?”

Oops, had he said that? “Of course I do, my friend – all here do. Who else has such a golden head in Imladris?” There, that should cover up his slip. Erestor knelt and placed a low tub beneath Glorfindel’s head, and gently pulled his head back. Filling a pitcher with warm water, he slowly poured it through the luxurious hair. Glorfindel moaned blissfully. Erestor poured cleansing oils into the long tresses and gently began to massage Glorfindel’s scalp. More blissful moaning, accompanied by a smirk on Erestor’s face. “Aiya, Glorfindel, your hair is so long and thick. Does that feel good?”

“Oooh….aye,” Glorfindel moaned, “it feels wonderful.”

Erestor loved the feel of the lather and his fingers moving through Glorfindel’s hair. When he accidentally ran his fingers across the top of an ear, Glorfindel shuddered and moaned. Erestor could barely stand it. Glancing down to his crotch, he thought to himself, ‘Stop that. Stop that right now! What did I tell you not to do today!’ Realizing he’d better get his hands out of Glorfindel’s hair, and right now, he quickly rinsed the golden waves with fresh water.

“Now, my friend, let’s start on the rest of you.” Still kneeling, he moved around to the side of the bathtub, grabbed a clean cloth, wet it in the water, and poured oil on it. Glorfindel was still sitting, leaning back against the tub with his eyes closed. “Glorfindel, are you comfortable? Would you like me to place some towels behind you to lean on?”

“Nay, Erestor, I am fine. Will you wash me now, my friend?” Glorfindel kept his eyes closed. He wanted his heart’s desire to be able to look as much as he wanted without being embarrassed, and so missed seeing the evidence of Erestor’s interest creating a bulge in his leggings.

Erestor nearly moaned has he gazed on his golden love. Oh, Glorfindel was so beautiful. All those muscles shaping the strong body, those kissable lips, his long shapely legs, those narrow hips, and oh my, Glorfindel is so big, and he’s not even half erect, and oh it’s so thick, so beautiful…...How I would love to…….’Stop that!’ he chastised himself. ‘Remember he’s hurt, remember he’s hurt….’ Erestor gently began to wash Glorfindel’s chest, carefully avoiding the bandage on his shoulder. It was too bad he neglected to carefully avoid Glorfindel’s rosy colored nipple, the tip standing firm and hard. Glorfindel’s moan was nearly his undoing, and he shifted uncomfortably. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid…...’ Erestor chanted in his mind. It was a good thing Glorfindel’s eyes were still closed.

Erestor moved the cloth to Glorfindel’s arms, and then his feet, washing up his legs, leaving off abruptly at his thighs. He gently brought the cloth to Glorfindel’s face, and washed that as well. “I think we’re all done, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel opened his eyes and looked into Erestor’s dark ones. Did he see desire there? He wasn’t sure, but maybe…….Damn this wound for making him not able to think straight! “Are you not going to wash the rest of me, my friend?”

Erestor swallowed – hard. “I think maybe you should finish that Glorfindel,’ he said, shakily, and placed the cloth into Glorfindel’s hand. “Let me get some towels to dry you off,” he continued, quickly rising and turning around. But not quickly enough for Glorfindel to miss seeing the evidence of Erestor’s interest.

Erestor was just about to help Glorfindel out of the bathtub when he heard scratching at the outer door. “Glorfindel, will you be all right for just a moment while I let Tinnu in?” Glorfindel nodded.

Glorfindel could hear the door open, and then he heard Erestor exclaim, “Oh, no, Tinnu!” accompanied by low, rumbling meows and high-pitched chirps, all coming from the cat.

“Erestor, what is wrong?” Glorfindel called.

“I’m very much afraid Tinnu is bringing you a present, Glorfindel.”

Tinnu strutted proudly into the room, carrying his gift for Glorfindel in his mouth – the reason for the odd sounds the cat was making. Reaching the bathroom entry, the cat dropped his gift on the floor, sat proudly next to it, and sang “Glorfindel! Look what I brought you!” all in warbling meows. Glorfindel held his left arm tightly with his right hand and tried not to laugh. On the floor was a perfectly dead, perfectly cleaned….rat.

Erestor just stood with his head in his hands, while Glorfindel talked to the cat. “Oh, Tinnu, thank you! What a lovely present. You are such a good cat! What a mighty hunter you are! And how nice of you to share your breakfast with me. But my little friend, you deserve a reward too for staying and keeping me warm last night. I insist you eat your breakfast. I thank you, but you go ahead. You eat it, Tinnu.” The cat strolled up where Glorfindel sat in the bath, stretched up and gave his cheek a lick, then picking up his breakfast, walked back to the door for Erestor to let him out again. He didn’t really understand it, but his master never wanted him to eat his breakfast inside. It was all right to eat the treats Erestor gave him at night inside, but not his breakfast. “Good cat, Tinnu.” Erestor said, letting the cat out. Well, at least he was no longer aroused from bathing Glorfindel.

“Erestor, would you mind bringing me the wash cloth again so I can clean my cheek again?”

Erestor couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing.


Part 4

Erestor managed to get Glorfindel out of the bathtub, dried, bandaged, dressed in a clean night robe and tucked back into bed without any further ‘problem’. The bath had exhausted the wounded warrior; once he was back in bed he fell into another healing sleep.

Erestor spent the rest of the morning sitting at Glorfindel’s desk and handling the work he had brought, while listening for Glorfindel in case he was needed. At midday Elrond arrived with lunch for the three of them, having decided Imladris could survive for an hour without him. He missed his friends. He and Erestor entered the bedroom just as Glorfindel was stirring.

“Glorfindel,” Elrond said, moving to the bed, “I am sorry to have to wake you, my friend, but I’ve made a cream that will help your shoulder and I would like to apply it.”

Glorfindel groggily opened his eyes, “Erestor, help me sit up?” Elrond was right there next to him, but he wasn’t going to miss a chance to have Erestor hold him. Erestor helped him up, and again the elves went through the process of removing the bandages. Glorfindel stifled a sigh. Wasn’t this the third time today? And it was only midday!

Elrond gently applied the salve. As careful as he was, he still noticed Glorfindel gritting his teeth with the pain. “Erestor, I want you to apply this every four hours today, and then again every four hours tomorrow starting in the morning. I am sorry, Glorfindel,” he said, looking at his Seneschal, “I know it’s very uncomfortable for you, but it’s important.” Glorfindel moaned. First those damned foul tasting herbs every hour of the day, and now this! He was ready to start throwing things again! Elrond’s touch on his enflamed shoulder felt like fire. Wasn’t it just going to be a grand thing to look forward to every four hours! Well, maybe Erestor’s touch wouldn’t be so bad.

Erestor could sense what was going through Glorfindel’s mind as well as Elrond could, and gently rubbed soft circles down his back. “Soon, my friend. Soon we’ll have you well again and feeling like your old self,” he whispered into Glorfindel’s ear. “Just try to have patience.”

‘Patience! Orc’s breath.’ Glorfindel thought. He was feeling about as patient as Asafaloth at a full gallop!

“Come, my friends,” Elrond said, moving to fetch the lunch tray. “I have missed sharing meals with you already…” A knock at the door cut him off. “Enter” he called, and smirked to see Elrohir and Elladan enter, carrying a heavily loaded lunch tray between them.

“Ada?” Elladan said, smiling. “We did not expect to find you here as well. We missed seeing Erestor and Glorfindel and thought we could have lunch with them. And Cook has made all of Glorfindel’s favorites.”

“Come in, my sons, and join us,” Elrond chuckled, “Glorfindel, it certainly looks like we will all have a feast!”

Erestor was thankful for the twins’ thoughtfulness, and gave them a grateful smile. They would help distract Glorfindel and keep his mind off his misery.

Once everyone was arranged comfortably, the twins began regaling Glorfindel with all the various versions of his last fight with the Orcs that his patrol members were coming up with. The stories got more outrageous with each telling, until Glorfindel was hard pressed not to jar his shoulder from laughing. Erestor told the others about Tinnu’s “gift” for Glorfindel. In between, the other four elves fed Glorfindel choice tidbits until he could eat no more. Tinnu had magically appeared at Erestor’s feet and was sitting staring up hopefully at his master, waiting for a treat. “Wanton beggar,” Erestor told him, but handed the cat a treat from his own plate anyway.

Once the lunch remains were cleared away and Elrond and his sons had left, it was time for more of the disgusting herb potion, this time with honey. Then helping Glorfindel to the bathroom again, and tucking him safely back into bed, with Tinnu sharing his pillow. “Glorfindel, would you like me to read to you for a while?” Erestor asked.

Glorfindel nodded, and smiled up at Erestor. Lunch had left him somewhat exhausted, but he craved listening to Erestor’s sweet voice. Erestor selected a book, and settling himself at Glorfindel’s side, began to read.

After just a few minutes, Glorfindel’s eyes were glazed over in reverie. Erestor wondered if it was his voice or Tinnu’s purring in Glorfindel’s ear that put him to sleep. Erestor sat and just watched the elf who held his heart sleeping for a while. When he was confident Glorfindel was deeply asleep, he leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek. “Rest well, my love,” he whispered. Then rising, he returned to his work in Glorfindel’s sitting room.

Elrond returned later in the afternoon to help Erestor apply more salve to Glorfindel’s shoulder. Erestor had to bite his lips together to keep from crying out as he witnessed Glorfindel’s agony.

Dinner was much the same as lunch, with the exception of Lindir joining them as well, the minstrel’s golden voice and harp joining the story telling. Glorfindel smiled contentedly, wrapped in the love and warmth of his friends.

When all had again left, Erestor approached the bed. “Glorfindel, I am afraid it is time to put more salve on your shoulder again.” Glorfindel just sighed and nodded.

Erestor removed the bandages, and gently touched the salve to the wound. Glorfindel’s eyes were firmly shut and his teeth were clenched together. He was almost shaking from the pain. Erestor couldn’t bear it. Tears welled his eyes, rolling over down his cheeks and splashing off his chin on to Glorfindel’s chest.

“Oh Glorfindel, my lo…my friend, I am so sorry to cause you such pain,” he sobbed. Erestor was so distraught he barely registered his slip.

Glorfindel’s eyes flashed open. What had Erestor almost said? Had he started to call him my love? It was enough to distract him from the pain. Gazing deeply into Erestor’s swimming eyes, he whispered, “It’s all right Erestor, it’s all right,” and wrapping his good right arm around Erestor, hugged him to his chest, whispering comforting nonsense into his ear.

When Erestor could stop sobbing, he raised his head and smiled weakly at Glorfindel, then moved out of his embrace to replace the bandages and help settle Glorfindel comfortably for the night.

This time, Erestor took his night robe into the bathroom to change. He splashed cold water on his face, and grimaced at his pitiful reflection in the mirror. Walking back through the bedroom, he moved to join Glorfindel on the bed. He wasn’t sure Glorfindel wanted him to sleep next to him, but he needed to be close to Glorfindel. Erestor’s heart was breaking with the pain Glorfindel was enduring.

Glorfindel watched Erestor’s return, and when he reached the bed, lifted the bed covers for Erestor to join him. He could see the distress on Erestor’s face, and knew he was the cause of it. He never would have guessed this reversal in roles – his need to comfort Erestor instead of Erestor comforting him. He raised his free arm, wrapped it around Erestor and drew him close, nuzzling the top of the ebony head with his chin. “Erestor? Will you kiss me goodnight?”

“Why?”

“Because you are very dear to me, Erestor.”

Erestor didn’t understand why Glorfindel wanted his kiss, but he didn’t care. Of course they were dear to each other – they were the closest of friends for centuries, for millennia. Refusing to think what this might do to their friendship, Erestor rose to his knees, and placing a hand on either side of Glorfindel, leaned over him and stared into the bluest eyes on Arda. What he saw there startled him. He saw love shining up at him. Slowly lowering his head, he gently placed his lips chastely over Glorfindel’s.

Glorfindel moaned, and placing his large hand on the back of Erestor’s neck, pressed his lips firmer against Erestor’s. Oh, he wanted more of his sweet little love. Throwing caution to the wind, he opened his mouth and moved his tongue in between Erestor’s lips. Taking advantage of Erestor’s gasp, he gently pushed his tongue inside Erestor’s mouth.

Erestor moaned long and loudly. Oh, my……what was Glorfindel doing to him? A bolt of lightening coursed through his body, causing him to shudder and moan again. Oh, this was heaven. Glorfindel’s tongue lazily curled around his own, the tip running along the sides of Erestor’s tongue. He wanted to be closer to Glorfindel, wanted to crawl inside of him, wanted to be surrounded by him. He pressed himself closer to Glorfindel, deepening their kiss even more.
His heart filled with so much love for Glorfindel, it could not contain it. It burst out of his heart, out of his chest, and spread over the golden Lord. Breathlessly breaking the kiss, panting the name of his beloved, showering the face and neck beneath him with tender kisses. Moaning, sighing, “Glorfindel……Glorfindel…….I love you, I love you……”, the tender kisses never ceasing.

“Erestor…my Erestor.” Tears of joy were running down Glorfindel’s face. “Loved you for so long…….love you…love you,” he captured Erestor’s lips with his own again, answering Erestor’s beautiful moans with his own. Oh, his Erestor was his, really his. Erestor loved him! His beautiful Erestor.

Hearts beating wildly, they finally broke their kiss, blue eyes met deep brown, and they gazed in awe at each other. Glorfindel drew Erestor’s head down against his chest, sighing. “Sleep now, my love…tomorrow…tomorrow we will talk…..love you……love you my sweet Erestor…”
Holding his little love close against his heart was enough for tonight. His eyes glazed, and he fell into reverie with a smile on his lips.

Erestor lay awake for a long time, his head lying over Glorfindel’s heart, listening to the heartbeat, until he finally joined his beloved in reverie.

And their hearts began to beat as one.

Part 5

Glorfindel woke to warm, chocolate eyes gazing into his. “Is it true Erestor? Did it really happen? Do you love me as I love you?” Erestor’s brilliant smile took his breath away.

“Aye, my heart, it happened.” Erestor kissed him sweetly. “How do you fare this morning, my love? How does your shoulder feel?” Glorfindel’s free hand moved to the back of Erestor’s head, his fingers curling into the soft ebony locks.

“A little better I think. It must be thanks to you,” Glorfindel said, softly drawing Erestor’s lips to his for a deep kiss. Neither one heard the knock on the door, or the door opening when there was no response.

Erestor’s toes were curling and Glorfindel was panting when they finally broke apart for breath.
“I love you Glorfindel, I love you….” Erestor whispered, again raining those soft little kisses all over Glorfindel’s face.

“I love you, my darling Erestor,” and Glorfindel captured his lips again. The sound of someone clearing their throat startled them apart, and they looked up to find Elrond standing over them, a huge grin splitting his face. Both elves in the bed colored a lovely shade of rose.

“My dear, dear friends. May I say it’s certainly about time? I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries! Oh my, this almost worth Glorfindel getting wounded,” Elrond chuckled. “I am so very, very happy for you both.” Lightly wrapping his arms around both of the new lovers, he placed a gentle kiss upon each brow. “Now, much as I hate to disturb you both, I really must check Glorfindel’s wound.”

“Of course, Elrond,” Erestor said as he moved to help Glorfindel sit up.

“Oh, do I have to move?” Glorfindel whined,

“Aye you do, my love,” Erestor said, helping the warrior to sit comfortably. Elrond removed the bandages and examined the healing wound. It was much improved from the day before, and when he lightly touched the wound to apply more salve, Glorfindel did not seem to be in much pain.

Erestor watched in amazement. “Glorfindel, it does not pain you badly today?” Glorfindel smiled and shook his head. Erestor gave Elrond a brilliant smile and said, “You are an amazing healer, my friend. This is marvelous.”

“I am very pleased with the new salve. Glorfindel, if I allow your arm to be free today, do you think you can restrict your movement? And I mean ‘restrict’. Move it as little as possible. In fact, I would prefer placing it in a sling as much as possible to avoid you pulling on the shoulder.”

“I will be careful, Elrond,” Glorfindel agreed, “and thank you. Having my arm bound was most uncomfortable.”

“And there will be no strenuous “activities” in this room!” Elrond said sternly. ”We cannot afford a setback in the healing. Only the infection is better – there are still muscles that need to mend, and I will not have you pulling the stitches out. You will both behave, or it’s back to the healing house!”

Erestor and Glorfindel locked eyes, and then sheepishly looked at Elrond. “Aye, Elrond, we will behave,” Erestor said. “I will allow nothing to delay Glorfindel’s healing,” and he tightened his arms around Glorfindel’s waist.

“Good”, Elrond said rising to leave. “Remember to keep up the herb potions and the salve, although it looks like you can discontinue using the herbs for pain. Erestor, I will have one of the twins bring by a sling later. And remember, you can still tie him to the bed if you need to. Just send for me and I’ll come help.” Chuckling, he left the room.

Erestor and Glorfindel remained contentedly where they were, Erestor sitting with his back against the headboard, Glorfindel sitting between Erestor’s spread legs, leaning his back against Erestor’s chest. Erestor nuzzled his chin on the top of Glorfindel’s head, and then leaned down to gently kiss and lap at Glorfindel’s neck.

“Mmmm…..Erestor…..more,” Glorfindel moaned.

“Glorfindel, my sweetheart, we promised Elrond we would behave, remember?” Erestor knew when the time finally came that they were able to fully make love, there would be no hesitation, no shyness. Their long years of friendship had made them too close for that.

“Don’t care….love you…..want you, I’ve waited so long for you, my sweet one,”

“How long, my love?” Erestor continued to nip at Glorfindel’s neck. Oh, Glorfindel tasted so good.

“Can’t remember,” Glorfindel moaned. Erestor was driving him wild. “Two or three millennia.”

Erestor abruptly stopped what he was doing. “That long? Oh, Glorfindel, what foolish elves we have been! So many years wasted; I gave you my heart the first moment I saw you! But I never dreamed you would want more than friendship with me! I am nothing but a simple councilor.”

“Not wasted, beloved. How could all those years of our friendship be wasted? You are anything but a simple councilor, my love. You are loved and respected by everyone in this valley, from Elrond to my guards to the servants. I have watched you rule Imladris in Elrond’s absence. I have seen you slay a room full of a dignitaries with that sharp, clever tongue of yours. Perhaps it’s not such a big step from friendship to love. I loved you as my best friend, and now I love you as my lover. Do you feel how right this is, Erestor? Do you feel how perfect it is to be in each other’s arms? How we fit together? Do you hear how our heats beat together as one?”

Tears were welling in Erestor’s eyes at Glorfindel’s words. “Aye my heart, I feel it. I was made for you, only for you.”

“Good. Now lean your head down here. I find I want that sharp, clever tongue of yours again.”


They were forced to finally end their sweet kisses when a knock at the door signaled their breakfast had arrived. Erestor rose to answer the door, thankful that his night robe was thick and hid the state of his arousal from any eyes other than Glorfindel’s. He collected the tray from the servant, thanking her sweetly, and returned with it to the bedroom. On the tray, along with their breakfast of fresh breads and fruit, was a sling for Glorfindel’s arm and a note from Elladan and Elrohir telling Erestor they would join them for lunch again today.

Erestor fixed Glorfindel’s herb potion, not forgetting the honey, and carried it to Glorfindel. “Drink up, my love, then we will have our breakfast. Are you hungry?” Erestor wanted Glorfindel to have his breakfast before having his bath. He had a little idea he wanted to try, and if it worked, Glorfindel would be too tired after the bath to eat.

“I am hungry for only one thing this morning, sweetheart, and it is standing in front of me,” Glorfindel purred.

Erestor was so happy, a giggle escaped. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He never giggled! How undignified! “Behave, Glorfindel!”

Glorfindel just smiled at his beloved and drained the cup.

When they had finished their breakfast, Erestor asked, “Are you ready for your bath, my love?”

Glorfindel was feeling almost giddy with love and was enjoying the freedom of his unrestrained arm. Maybe if he was careful, he would get to use a hand or two on Erestor this time! “Aye love, I am looking forward to a wonderfully hot bath. It will be good to have more water than yesterday, though. Will you join me this time?”

Erestor nodded, then placed a warm kiss on Glorfindel’s soft lips. “I will go fix the bath, then come back and help you up, love.”

Erestor fought the desire to run to the bathroom. He couldn’t wait to get Glorfindel into the bathtub and try out his idea. He quickly opened the taps, and gathering all the oils, cloths and towels they would need, placed them next to bathtub. He located a bottle of musky sandalwood scented oil and poured some into the water. The room filled with its heady fragrance. Pleased with the results, he returned to the bedroom. “Come, my love, let us have our bath,” he said, helping Glorfindel from the bed and into the bathroom.

“Let me help you first, love, then I will join you,” Erestor purred, unbuttoning Glorfindel’s night robe. He carefully pushed the robe off of Glorfindel’s shoulders, and slowly moved it down over his hips, letting it fall to the floor. “Oh, Glorfindel, you are so beautiful….so very beautiful,.” he gasped, his eyes moving down Glorfindel’s body. Unable to stop himself, he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, pressing their arousals together. Even through his heavy night robe, he felt Glorfindel’s heat. Both elves moaned. He captured Glorfindel’s mouth with his, his tongue thrusting hungrily into Glorfindel’s sweetness.

Part 6

Erestor finally ended the kiss when he needed to breathe, and laid his head on Glorfindel’s uninjured shoulder, panting for breath. Glorfindel realized it was a good thing that Erestor was still holding him tightly because his legs had just turned to jelly. Not that he could move if he wanted to; Erestor’s arms had his own pinned down to his sides. Why had he never noticed before how strong his little love was?

“Erestor,” Glorfindel whispered in an ear, “you can kiss me like that any time you want, sweetheart.”

Erestor giggled. There it was again! He could never remember giggling before today in his entire long life! He raised his head, and smiled up at Glorfindel. “Come, love, before the water gets cold,” and releasing Glorfindel’s arms, helped him down into the bathtub.

Erestor knew he had to get his little plan back on track or Glorfindel was going to end up hurting his shoulder, and it would be back to the healing house. He knew Elrond had not been joking when he told them ‘no strenuous activities’. His big balrog slayer was just so damned gorgeous he couldn’t keep his hands off of him! He decided to forego the slow strip he’d originally planned to grace Glorfindel with, and quickly removed his own night robe.

Glorfindel watched appreciatively, realizing this was the very first time he had ever seen his Erestor naked. Well, there was that first night when Erestor had changed into his night robe, but that was his backside. When Erestor’s night robe hit the floor, Glorfindel had to stifle a gasp. He had never thought Erestor would be so perfect. Muscles shaped his chest and thighs. His body was perfectly formed, from neck to toes, with slender hips, long, shapely legs, and the most perfect penis Glorfindel had ever seen, bobbing against his abdomen, almost begging to be touched. Glorfindel slowly moved his eyes to gaze into Erestor’s – those beautiful eyes he could get lost in.

“Erestor, beloved, how could I have never known how beautiful you are,” he whispered, awestruck.

Smiling, Erestor stepped into the bathtub behind Glorfindel. “Come sit between my legs like you did earlier this morn.” He carefully arranged Glorfindel so his shoulder would be out of the water.

Glorfindel leaned back against Erestor’s chest and sighed contentedly.

Erestor reached for the bottle of scented oil and poured a good amount into his hand, keeping it out of Glorfindel’s eyesight. “Glorfindel, my love, we need to be very careful with your shoulder. I think if I were to wrap my arm around you on that side and hold your arm tightly against your side, it would be the safest. I just don’t want anything to happen by accident that would hurt you. I don’t think I could bear it if Elrond made you move to the healing house. Does that sound all right with you?”

Glorfindel was not particularly pleased with the thought of Erestor restraining his arm. After all, he was resting very comfortably against Erestor and did not think it likely that he would hurt anything. “If you think you need to, my love,” he replied, understanding Erestor’s worry. He didn’t want to end up back in the healing house away from Erestor either.

Erestor wrapped his arm tightly around Glorfindel at his waist, pinning Glorfindel’s arm to his side. Oh, it was a good thing Glorfindel couldn’t see the wicked grin on his face! Moving his oily hand to Glorfindel’s chest, he started making small circles over the center, widening the circle every time. This time he didn’t try to avoid Glorfindel’s nipples. After two or three quick passes over his right nipple that had Glorfindel moaning, he laid his entire hand over it and began slowly to caress it.

Glorfindel shuddered and moaned loudly – but he could not move! Oh this was torture! Erestor had him so trapped he couldn’t move any part of his body except his head and his free arm. When he started thrashing his head from side to side against Erestor’s chest, Erestor abruptly stilled.

Erestor hadn’t realized the danger of Glorfindel’s wildly thrashing head. So much for being a brilliant advisor. Too bad he didn’t have a third arm to pin Glorfindel’s chest at his shoulders. And he so wanted his plan to work.

“No, Glorfindel. You must keep your head still or you will pull your shoulder.” Whispering into Glorfindel’s ear, he said, “I want to pleasure you, my love. Can you hold still for me? Will you let me do this for you? I love you so much, Glorfindel.” Hmmm….that ear gave him an idea. Glorfindel would be less likely to trash his head around. Oh, that would be even better than a third arm!

Glorfindel now understood why Erestor had wanted to wrap his arm around him. Oh, he wanted this. He wanted his little love to touch him. “Please, Erestor, please, my love” he begged huskily. By now his erection was so hard it hurt, and he could feel Erestor’s member in the small of his back. “I’ll be still…just touch me, please. Oh, I love you Erestor.”

Grinning wickedly, Erestor resumed his caresses of the neglected nipple, massaging and pulling, and bent his head to nibble at the skin below Glorfindel’s ear. As he began pulling on the peaked nub, he licked and nibbled his way up from Glorfindel’s neck to the tip of his ear. Placing his mouth over the tip of Glorfindel’s ear, he suckled it into his mouth, at the same time giving the nipple a pull.

Glorfindel wailed his pleasure, and began to move. Erestor sank his teeth into the ear. He waited for Glorfindel to stop moving, and when he did, soothed it with his tongue.

Glorfindel stilled. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. It had been millennia since he had taken a lover; not since he realized he was in love with Erestor. The sensations were undoing him. Moaning, he caressed the arm around his waist, then pulled Erestor’s hand from his chest and placed it on this engorged member. “E…res…tor…please, please….”

Erestor wrapped his long fingers around Glorfindel’s long, thick penis. Oh my, it was huge. He desperately wanted to see it, and risked letting Glorfindel’s ear slip out of his mouth, and then let go of Glorfindel’s member.

Glorfindel whimpered, “Shh, love. I will. I just need to move us a little.” Erestor scooted back a little so he could sit straighter, then drew his taller love back against his chest.
Glorfindel’s shoulder was barely out of the water, but it was enough. Glorfindel’s head was just where he wanted it. Placing his chin on the shoulder in front of him, it was perfect. The view was ‘spectacular’. And, oh look, a neck to bite. Yummy.

Erestor slowly moved his hand down Glorfindel’s chest, then down the length of his penis, before wrapping his fingers around it. “Close your eyes for me, love. Just feel. Just feel me stroking you….up and down…up and down..,” he whispered to Glorfindel, matching his actions with his words and watching Glorfindel’s member twitch under his ministrations.

Glorfindel couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. When he opened his mouth, all he could manage were moans and wails. Oh, it felt so good. So long…..and now his Erestor. He moved his free hand to place it over Erestor’s, softly rubbing it as Erestor stroked him.

Erestor was so hard he could hardly bear it. Pressing his swollen cock against Glorfindel’s back, he managed to move enough to create just enough friction. Eyes closed, he whispered, voice raspy and shaking, “Do you feel me, my love? Do you feel how hard I am for you? Do you feel my love for you? Do you feel my hand on you? Can you imagine what it will be like when you’re inside of me? Thrusting in and out…… in and out…….Oh you feel so good in me, my love. My legs are wrapped around you as you move in and out….in and out…..Your tongue is in my mouth, thrusting in and out….”

Glorfindel was so close. Erestor could feel the tightening in his body, and knew he was close too.
Moving his lips to Glorfindel’s neck, he slowly ran his tongue from base to ear, then bit gently.

Glorfindel roared his release. His hot essence exploded over Erestor’s hand, and that was Erestor’s undoing. He came against Glorfindel’s back, screaming his lover’s name.


Tbc……