Lovers next

Title: Lovers next.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Beta: Keiliss.
Notes: AU, Slash **Smut** Sequel to Friends first.
Summary: Friends first, lovers next.

Lovers next.

He was supposed to meet Erestor in a few hours. The elf in question would, at that moment, be in his office or, perhaps, the library. So, as he did every eve, Glorfindel made ready to spend the next few hours in the company of his closest friend.

He stroked languidly, biting his lip as he watched his hand caress his hard cock beneath the fabric of his leggings, all the while wishing it was another’s touch upon him. Teasingly he pulled his leggings down beneath his heavy, tight sacks, and ran his thumb over the swollen tip of his length, using the juices secreting there to make his next downward stroke even firmer.

Black, shiny hair, dark, tantalizing eyes, a firm, tight little body, their almost kiss. All this ran through his mind.

“Oh…oh Valar, I want him,” he groaned into the warm night air.

He imagined having those slim legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He imagined hearing Erestor beg for more, moaning his name. He imagined seeing Erestor ride madly astride of him, or having him bent at the waist as he fucked him from behind.

“No! No, I can not take this anymore!” he growled.

He stood, and carefully pulled up his leggings, groaning as he tugged them over his hard erection, and then quickly flattened his hair back down into the style he had worn since his youth. Pulling on a long shirt, which was barely adequate to cover his aroused state, he made his way to the library.

He moved quickly in the hallways, unsure of how he would explain his unkempt appearance if faced by another. Of course, in his need to avoid company, he was not so lucky. He was spotted by a few elves at the far end of the hallway, elves that, over the past year or so, had become his merry acquaintances, and he unconsciously pulled at the hem of his shirt

“Glorfindel! Will you join us, my friend? We are just on our way to the Hall, and it has been far too long since last we heard you raise your voice in song!”

“I sang for you last night,” Glorfindel replied as he continued on his way, grinning at his colleagues over his shoulder.

“Aye, as we said, far too long!”

“Another night, my friends, another night.” And with that he quickly rounded the corner and was before the doors of vast library.

He rested his brow against the cool glass cutout of the door, and watched a dark form within move from shelf to shelf. Erestor. He checked to make sure the hall he stood in was indeed empty, and then, turning back to watch the figure in the empty room, he reached down, and slowly slid his hand inside the front of his breeches.

It felt sinfully good to actually watch the one who made him so hard while he stroked himself. His breath fogged the glass as his hand moved faster, but it was not enough, not enough to simply watch him, he had to have him.

Slowly and quietly, he opened the door, and closed it behind him. Erestor continued to move among the shelves, completely unaware of Glorfindel’s presence. The warrior paused, and briefly contemplated what he was about to do. Would this harm their friendship? His gaze fell upon the unconscious sway of Erestor’s hips, and he knew immediately that he no longer had a choice in the matter. His need and, more pointedly, the throbbing between his thighs, was too great.

He silently stalked up behind the advisor, and caused Erestor to start as his hands came to rest upon those slim hips.

“What…?” Erestor began as he tried to turn.

Glorfindel, in his momentary cowardice, pressed Erestor flat against the bookcase, unable, at that moment, to look him in the eye. The advisor stood with his stomach flat against the case and with an unidentified body against his back. He was about to demand an explanation, but then his senses were invaded by a familiar scent and voice.

“It’s me, just me.”

“Glorfindel?”

“Yes, I….just don’t turn around yet, not yet.”

“Alright…” Erestor frowned at the situation he found himself in. Glorfindel’s brow rested against his shoulder, and he swallowed hard as he felt the warrior’s hot breath against his neck, the large hands grasping his hips tightly. “Glorfindel, what are you doing?” he whispered.

Glorfindel found it all so very strange. When he first arrived in Imladris, Erestor had been the only person he had felt at ease with. He had been so glaringly out of place that he had even attempted to change his own identity to find some sort of normality in his new life. Now, however, while remaining the elf he had always been, he had gained many a friend, and he knew he owed much of that to Erestor. What he found so strange was that the elf he now hid his face from, was the one person who had been with him during his difficult transition, and was now the elf he could not face, and in a way, feared.

“We, we nearly kissed once, Erestor,” he whispered.

Erestor’s heart began to pound in his chest. This had never been brought up between them, in fact he had given Glorfindel as much space and as much friendship as he could without going mad with waiting. Now Glorfindel was breathing heavily in his ear, pushing him against the bookcase, and holding him firmly by the hips.

“Aye, that we did.”

"I…since then…I think of you all of the time, Erestor. I think of you in a way that is…that…”

“What? Tell me,” Erestor pleaded breathlessly.
Glorfindel, now tongue tied, did the only thing that he could at that moment. He closed his eyes, and pressed his erect groin against Erestor’s behind.

Erestor gasped, and, before he could say a word, the warrior spoke.

“I am sorry if this is not alright, if I have overstepped….”

“Oh Glorfindel, I have been waiting, waiting for this,” he groaned.

Glorfindel breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned fully against the advisor. He growled low in his throat as one of Erestor’s hands reached to touch the side of his thigh.

“Please, can I turn around now?”

“I must warn you, if we continue this will be no sweet and gentle joining. I want you so badly, Erestor, I want to fuck you so hard that, if this is not how you wish our first time to be, then do not turn around, but rather send me away this night.”

“…..Let me turn around.” Erestor said after a long pause, ultimately setting the pace for that evening. Hard and fast.

Glorfindel pulled away, and allowed the advisor to turn around to face him. They looked at one another for a short moment before Glorfindel swooped down for a hard and demanding kiss.

Erestor gasped as his body was thrust back against the case, and moaned into the heated and wet kiss that assailed him as his hands, held by the wrists, were slammed above his head against the bookcase.

“I want you so much,” Glorfindel growled in a deep voice, sending shivers down Erestor‘s spine.

“Then have me,” was his breathless reply.

Again Erestor gasped, as the front of his robe was suddenly ripped in two. Excitedly, he clawed at the loose shirt the warrior wore, and openly admired the perfectly chiselled chest he found beneath. He ran his hands down that chest, over the firm pectorals and nipples, and down the flat stomach to meet the waistband of the already untied leggings.
Glorfindel grinned with eyes half hooded, as he whispered huskily.

“I stood stroking myself as I watched you through the glass.”

Erestor moaned loudly, and desperately pulled the blond’s breeches down to beneath his engorged arousal.

“Oh Valar, look at you…I’ve never seen one so…” He shakily trailed his fingers along the underside of the darkly coloured cock, causing the warrior to groan at the light touch.

“One so what?” he asked gruffly.

“One so…Oh, you will feel so good inside of me.”

Glorfindel smirked as he pushed the remains of the dark robe down Erestor’s shoulders and onto the floor so that he, too, stood only in his leggings.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” was the whisper that shot straight to Glorfindel’s already overly-aroused groin.

“Yes,” he rasped, and watched as Erestor made to sink to his knees. But that wasn’t what he wanted, not at that moment. He pulled Erestor back up by the arms and again pushed him against the bookcase that wobbled slightly under the abuse.

“I thought…?”

“I do, Erestor, but not this night. Tonight I want to come inside of you,” he whispered seductively against Erestor’s trembling lips as he clutched and squeezed the advisor’s behind with a grip almost painfully tight. He dipped a hand beneath the leggings, and lightly trailed along the cleft with two fingers, before abruptly sinking them between those cheeks to rub against Erestor’s tight pucker. “Right here. This is where I want to come.”

“Yes, yes...” Erestor closed his eyes and groaned as those fingers massaged his entrance. He ran his hands greedily over the warrior’s broad chest, and hummed in a most seductive way.

“Just tell me where you keep lantern oil …” Glorfindel spoke huskily against Erestor’s neck.

“The…damn!”

“No oil?” Glorfindel growled.

“Ran out last eve. I meant to replace it today. But…well, that’s ok.” He licked his lips, and placed his hands upon Glorfindel’s muscular shoulders. “We can just go back to your rooms, and…”

“No,” Glorfindel growled.

“No?”

“No,” Glorfindel said again, and, with a smirk, grasped Erestor by the shoulders and once again turned him and pushed him flat against the bookcase. “No,” he said once more in a low voice into Erestor’s ear.

Erestor trembled in excitement as his stomach was once again pressed flat against the case. He gasped as his leggings were, in one swift tug, pulled down to his knees, leaving him exposed in a most vulnerable way. He could not contain the small whimper that left his lips as he felt his cheeks parted, his tight hole now bared to the warrior’s hungry gaze.

He waited for Glorfindel to do something, anything. When nothing happened, he looked over his shoulder to see the warrior kneading his cheeks and biting his lip, his gaze trained on the small and tight entrance.

“Take these off,” Glorfindel commanded, as he pulled the grey leggings to Erestor’s feet.
Obediently, Erestor stepped out of the material that circled his feet, and nearly lost his balance as his legs were nudged further apart.

“Bend over, Erestor.”
Erestor clutched at the lower shelf of the case with trembling hands as he bent at the waist. Through his legs, he could see Glorfindel crouched behind, and swallowed hard as those strong hands once again parted his most private place. He screamed when Glorfindel cut straight to the quick, and swiped his tongue over his pucker.

After laving the entrance, he darted his tongue into the tight channel and swirled it against those hot, quivering walls.

Erestor was beside himself; books fell to the ground unnoticed, and the case itself began to teeter dangerously as he clawed at the shelf for support. His buttocks clenched, and he tightened his muscles around the relentless tongue inside of him. He cried out in earnest when the slick tongue left him, and he was about to complain but was suddenly hauled up straight and turned around to face the warrior.
A fine sheen of sweat covered both of their brows, and both gazes were the darkest of shades with
desire. Two fingers were brought up to Erestor’s lips.

“Suck,” was the simple command.

Erestor smirked, and took the fingers into his mouth. He made a show of slowly drawing them in and out, before his moist red lips sucked them deeper into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the digits, his cheeks hollowed, and his long dark eyelashes fluttered against his high, red-flushed cheek bones.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Glorfindel said huskily.

Erestor whimpered wantonly as the digits were pulled from his mouth, and watched them as they descended between his thighs. He closed his eyes and groaned as both digits wormed their way into his body, and slowly began to stretch him. His head lolled back and from side to side as he moaned the warrior’s name, purposely driving the blond mad with desire. His rib cage and chest rose and fell heavily with each breath, and he grinned as he looked down, and saw Glorfindel’s length, thick and heavy, dark in colour and dripping with come.

“It’s enough, take me now” he gasped.

Glorfindel removed his fingers, and looked to Erestor through a lusty haze, as if in instruction, but the dark elf already knew what was wanted from him. Erestor placed his hands upon the broad shoulders of the warrior and hoisted himself up with his back against the bookcase and his legs wrapped around Glorfindel’s waist.

Glorfindel helped by grasping those thighs around his waist tightly and pulling Erestor closer. He used a knee to push the dark haired elf further up against the bookcase, so as to be positioned above his cock. He gave Erestor a moment, to register the turgid heat that already nudged at his quivering entrance. The moment their eyes met, he thrust upwards with a delicious forcefulness. He smirked in satisfaction as Erestor’s eyes went wide upon being so abruptly filled.

Each thrust was harder than the last, but after each one Glorfindel would pause and watch with a feral smirk as Erestor struggled for breath and gasped helplessly. The warrior still wore his own leggings, pulled down at the front beneath his bouncing sacks, and half revealing his clenching buttocks from behind.

“Hold on” he instructed.

Erestor wrapped his legs tighter around the warrior’s waist, and clutched desperately at his shoulders as those strong arms and hands that had been supporting him let go. Glorfindel grasped at one of the higher shelves behind Erestor’s head, and his thrusts became brutally hard, every movement he made coming solely from the hips.

Erestor screamed as Glorfindel stayed true to his word, and fucked him, fucked him good.

“You’re so tight,” Glorfindel ground out between his teeth. “If I didn’t know any better….I’d say you were a virgin.”

Erestor grinned and, using the case as support for his back, he arched elegantly and sultrily against it and onto the cock that impaled him. Glorfindel groaned, and thrust harder, faster.

“Oh I’ve….I’ve had my legs spread before,” he managed to reply, a lazy grin upon his lips as he dared Glorfindel to continue

“Oh, I bet you have….I bet you’ve been spread open, and been fucked, again…and again…and again…”
Erestor grinned

“Aye…my legs held apart….as another fucked me…”

This time Glorfindel was left slightly slack jawed, although with a delighted grin. They knew it was not true, for they had discussed as much before as ‘friends’, but the game only added to their excitement. Describing himself as such a whore only made Erestor feel more wanton, more sexy. It drew a dark glimmer from within the warrior’s clouded eyes.

“One mounting you after another….whilst others watch, readying their cocks for you….”

“Being bent over at the waist…..and pounded into whilst….whilst I sucked another’s shaft…”

Glorfindel buried his head in Erestor’s neck and groaned gruffly whilst continuing to thrust.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” he husked, before kissing Erestor messily and desperately.

When the kiss ended, his hands returned to Erestor’s buttocks, squeezing them harshly and helping him move and gyrate on his now pulsating member. He leaned his brow against Erestor’s, and growled as he thrust harder, sharper.

“You like cock, don’t you…big cock, in your mouth….in your tight, little behind….?”

“Oh….yes,” Erestor grinned, knowing that Glorfindel was enjoying it just as much as he was, “always...”

“You like my cock…don’t you…?”

“Oh I love it, so big….hard…inside of me….fucking me….”

“Always…” Glorfindel replied, demanded, decreed and set in stone. “Always.”

“Harder,” Erestor ground out between his teeth. “Do me harder…”

Glorfindel buried his face into Erestor’s neck, and thrust as fast and as hard as he could. Neither, in their passion, noticed the book case wobble precariously.

“Oh…oh, help me…gods, so thick! So hard! You‘re so big!”

“And all yours, baby…I’m going to make you come, Erestor….so hard...”

“Oh! Oh, I am! I…I’m coming!”

It was at that precious peak that all cane crashing down around them, literally. They did not realise what had happened until they were lying upon the fallen bookcase, on the floor amongst a magnitude of disorderly books and settling dust.

Both were still, looking about them from their sprawled position on the floor with utter shock on their faces, Erestor, with his legs still spread wide and up in the air, and Glorfindel, with his leggings just beneath his taunt and firm buttocks and on view to the entire room. After taking in their surroundings from this new angle, Glorfindel looked down at Erestor, and immediately grew concerned, realising that he had been pinned between the bookcase and his bulk.

“Erestor, are you alright?!”

Erestor grunted as he reached behind him to pull a book from beneath him. He threw the book to one
side and then looked back up at Glorfindel, and burst into fits of laughter. A slow grin spread across the blond’s face, and soon enough he had sagged against Erestor, chuckling helplessly.

“Well, this is indeed one memorable first time.”

“Indeed,” Erestor giggled.

“Hmm. I’m….still inside of you, Erestor,” he whispered.

Erestor sighed, “And I was so close, but come…” he patted Glorfindel’s shoulder in a signal for him to pull out, “…someone would have heard that. We do not want to be found like this.”

Glorfindel grinned lecherously. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” he began huskily. “The way you talked of being watched as you were fucked….” He began, ever so slowly, to thrust shallowly, “…I think I might like it too….” He lifted Erestor’s legs, careful so as not to pull out, and rested them upon his shoulders, “…to have others see me take you, watch me fuck you…”

Erestor wasn’t sure if Glorfindel was jesting or not, but his mouth all of a sudden felt dry.

“Glorfindel…you, you know I was joking when I said… I mean, I‘ve never...”

“I know, but there was a desire behind those words,” the warrior whispered. “I could hear it, Erestor…” He began to thrust harder now. Erestor gasped, and, despite his words, he met every thrust.

“Glorfindel, we….we can’t…someone will be coming…”

Glorfindel laughed. “That one’s just too easy,” he grinned.

“You know what I mean! Oh!”

“Do you want me to stop? Stop this?” He pushed forwards as far as he could, and Erestor opened his mouth wide but was unable to make a single sound.

“I…I…no! Do not stop, fuck me, please!”

Glorfindel held Erestor’s slim legs, which were now slick with sweat and drops of come, above his shoulders. He thrust relentlessly, grunting with each lunge and loving every whimper and cry that fell from Erestor’s lips.

“Oh gods, Glorfindel, voices! I hear voices, someone is coming!”

“I can’t stop! I can’t!”

“Faster! Quickly!”

They could hear voices approaching from down the hall, and knew that someone had come to investigate the large crash that must have been heard and, somehow, this only excited them further. Knowing that someone was coming and both trying to reach their peaks before those doors opened, proved to be more thrilling than either would have imagined.

“Oh…I’m coming, I’m coming!” Erestor arched suddenly, so that only his shoulders touched the case beneath him. His legs clenched tightly around Glorfindel’s shoulders, just as his inner muscles did around the blond’s cock, and he came. Hot white seed splashed across his chest, yet he cared not, having just experienced the best orgasm he had ever known.

Seeing Erestor’s release was Glorfindel’s undoing, and finally he came, too. He came with such force that he could feel his seed spill from Erestor’s hole, even though he was still buried inside of him.
Hearing voices just outside the door now, Glorfindel pulled out quickly, regretting it when hearing Erestor hiss. He quickly kissed Erestor’s lips apologetically before trying to pull him upright, but, as much as Erestor tried, he could not get to his feet. Glorfindel inwardly chastised himself for thinking how sexy it was to see Erestor, covered in his own come, trying to close his legs, and failing.

He glanced back at the door and saw a silhouette through the window. Perhaps this had gone too far. He had no wish to humiliate Erestor, and he couldn’t let him be seen in such a state.
Erestor was now panicking; he would be disgraced if he were seen in this way, covered in seed and with his legs open.

“Glorfindel, please help me,” he whimpered in dawning horror.

Glorfindel immediately swooped up his shirt and Erestor’s torn robe and leggings, and draped them over his arm. Next, he carefully but quickly pulled Erestor into his arms, an arm behind his back and one hooked beneath his knees, and dashed behind one of the other standing bookcases.

“Glorfindel, there’s a filing cupboard, over there.” Erestor pointed to an inconspicuous door in the corner of the large library.

Glorfindel glanced at the door. Perfect. Both snapped their heads to the entrance of the library, however, when the doors opened, and they saw two elves enter, both aghast at the mess that greeted them. Not wanting to stand around and be found out, Glorfindel quickly headed towards the door.

“The handle, Erestor,” he whispered.

Erestor reached out and turned the handle, before placing his arms tightly back around Glorfindel’s neck.

Glorfindel nudged the door open with his shoulder, and Erestor closed it after them. They stayed still and silent as they listened through the door to the two elves grumble, with Glorfindel still holding
Erestor protectively. Luckily, the library had been well lit, allowing some of that light to stream in through the crack of the door, therefore they were not encased by complete darkness.

“I think I can stand, Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered.

“Are you sure?”

There was a tenderness that had returned to the warrior’s voice that made Erestor smile and nod in assurance.

Gently, Glorfindel lowered Erestor to his feet, and quickly steadied him when he wobbled slightly.

“I’m alright.” He looked down at himself, and blushed fiercely. He was covered in come, it was over his chest, and dripped down the insides and backs of his thighs.

Glorfindel felt a stab of guilt when seeing Erestor blush and look upon himself, then trying helplessly to wipe away the mess.

“No, here, let me get that...” It was a poor consolation, but it was the least he could do.

He took his shirt, and ever so gently began to wipe away the sticky mess. He looked up when he felt
Erestor sweetly touch his cheek, and leaned into the touch.

“Erestor, I’m sorry, I never meant to take it so far, I…”

“Shh!” Erestor quickly covered his mouth when hearing one of the voices draw near. They watched as the elf’s shadow dipped beneath the door, and held their breaths, but eventually he moved on and they breathed easily once more.

Glorfindel removed the hand from his mouth, and looked pleadingly at Erestor, begging for forgiveness, even though, in Erestor’s opinion, he had no need to.

“Erestor, I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Erestor replied with a gentle smile, as he began to pull his leggings on, grimacing as some of the come, which was still dripping down his legs, smeared against his skin.

“I do. I almost embarrassed you in front of those you work with. I should never have suggested….I mean, I knew you jested when you spoke of….of others watching but…well I shouldn’t have…”

Erestor blew a stray strand of hair away from in front of his face as he tugged his leggings up and turned to Glorfindel then with a quizzical gaze. He moved forwards and noticed, with a smile, that the warrior’s leggings were still pulled beneath his lax member and sacks. Glorfindel, in his worry, was completely unaware of his state of dress, and the sensual picture he presented.

Erestor smiled and stood before the warrior, and caused him to gasp as he gently took the flaccid penis in hand, and tucked it beneath the leggings, then reached around and tugged them up so as to cover his behind.

“But you would like it, wouldn’t you?” the advisor whispered.

Glorfindel stared back at him, fumbling for the right words and not wanting to admit his desires now that he did not have the heat of the moment to hide behind. Erestor tilted his head up, and brushed their lips together.

“To take me in front of others. To have them watch as you make me writhe and moan. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I…e-everyone has farfetched fantasies, Erestor.” He shook his head with a small, forced laugh, and looked down at his feet.

“Perhaps, it is not so far fetched…”

Glorfindel snapped his head up, licking his lips nervously as he carefully pressed for more.

“Are…are you saying that, that you would….let me? In front of others here?”

“No.” Erestor answered straight away. And smiled as Glorfindel quickly lowered his eyes, nodding as if he had not meant to suggest it in the first place.

Erestor gently touched a single finger beneath the warrior’s chin, silently asking for eye contact.

“Glorfindel, I am high councilor here. Many think me as aloof as they once thought you. I can’t,” he paused here, trying to feel for the right words, “I like that they do not know me, as such. I need that respect and privacy. I…I could not walk the halls, knowing that those I may pass, could have seen me as….as you have. That I reserve just for you, have been reserving for you ever since that boring council where I first saw you truly smile.”

Glorfindel smiled then, and tenderly reached out with both hands to stroke back Erestor’s hair.

“But…that is not to say that…the idea of having you lay such claim to me in front of others does not….appeal to me. Just…”

“Just not here, not in front of those you would see every day. Oh Erestor, I understand, I do.”

“Oh, good,” Erestor breathed and smiled.

Glorfindel also smiled, and slowly dipped his head down for a languid and deeply satisfying kiss. Erestor hummed, and then giggled into the kiss.

“What is so funny?” Glorfindel grinned, whispering against the advisor’s lips before brushing against them once more.

“I never thought I would be trapped in a filing cupboard, hiding from those that work for me.”

Glorfindel chuckled, and rested their brows together as he continued to stroke back the silky, black hair.

“You bring up a good point. How are we going to get out of here unnoticed?”

“I have an idea. Hand me my robe.”

Erestor slipped on his robe, and frowned at the clear rip down the front. “You are a brute and an animal.”

Glorfindel grinned, and playfully growled into his ear as he wrapped his hands around the dark elf’s waist, watching as Erestor attempted to repair the damage.

“Well, this is useless,” he sighed, as he let his hands fall to his sides. “There is no mending this. I know, hand me that cloak.”

“Cloak?”

“Aye, we keep many supplies here, cloaks, parchment….”

“Lantern oil?” Glorfindel asked with an amused raised brow, as he lifted a small container of oil.

“Oh, you must be kidding, all this time there was….oh, never mind.”

Glorfindel laughed, and had to be reminded by Erestor to keep quiet lest they be discovered.

Glorfindel handed Erestor the cloak, and watched curiously as Erestor clasped it about his neck, pulled the hood over his still tussled hair, and drew it close about him.

“There, can you see the tear?”

“No, no you can’t. Though I don’t understand where you are going with this.”

“Do you spend much time in the library, Glorfindel?”

“You know I don’t,” he grinned, for it was something they often quibbled and joked about.

“Well, if you did, then you would know there is a back exit, leading through the southern hall and into the gardens.”

“There is?”

“Indeed. Now, we can not both walk out of here at the same time, that is too suspicious. So, I will walk in, claiming to have just come from outside and, whilst I distract them, you shall leave through that door.”

“You are brilliant.”

“I know, I tell you this frequently.”

Glorfindel laughed quietly, and drew his new lover and closest friend to him for a demanding kiss. When they parted Erestor cleared his throat so as not to squeak when next he spoke, and touched the back of his fingers to his heated cheeks.

“I should…I should go now, lest they discover us too soon.”

Glorfindel grinned at the effect he had on his lover, and nodded.

Erestor took a deep breath to steady himself, and slowly opened the door, careful not to make a sound. He paused, though, when Glorfindel pulled back on his hand. He turned to face the warrior, and there was a quietness between them as Glorfindel tenderly ran his thumb over the smaller hand he held.

“I love you.”

Erestor blinked, and a slow smile crossed his lips. He took a step back towards his lover, and, pulling free, he used both of his hands to draw Glorfindel down by the neck, and kissed him with all his passion. When they moved apart, Glorfindel breathed heavily, and, with a hint of arousal returning to his blue eyes, sighed almost dreamily.

Erestor grinned, and whispered back against his lover’s lips, “And I love you.”
He turned, and quietly left the closet then. Glorfindel leaned against the wall, and grinned helplessly. He laughed outright when hearing his lover bellow, as if seeing the mess for the first time,

“What on middle earth happened here?!”

Taking the cue, and feeling rather guilty about, and sorry for, the elves who were taking the blame for his and Erestor’s mess, he quickly exited the library. He managed to make it to his rooms unnoticed. After closing the door behind him, he allowed himself to lean back against it, and slide down to the floor, a blissfully satisfied smile upon his lips.

Not here, not in Imladris. It was time for him and Erestor to take a trip.

The End.

(But also to be continued); p