Dreams

Title: Dreams

Author: Khylea

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Glorfindel/Aragorn

Warning: Interspecies sex, first time, rimming, masturbation, references to voyeurism, plotless piece of crap. You have been warned. So don’t come complaining to me that it has no plot. I KNOW it has no plot! *snicker*

Timeline: Third Age, 2951. Aragorn is twenty and has just been told by Elrond about his true heritage, but has not yet met Arwen. Glorfindel is....well, old....but he’s an elf, so he’s exceptionally well-preserved. *snicker*

Archive: Feel free, just drop me a URL where I can visit it please sl_chester@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I make no money off this story. Just for fun. I do not own these characters, J.R.R. Tolkien does. And I REALLY doubt if he had THIS kind of relationship in mind for Glorfindel/Aragorn.

Feedback: Flame me, yay! I can take it!

Beta: Manon. Thanks so much, hon!

Summary: Aragorn is attracted to one he thinks he can never have. What happens when the object of his fantasies discovers his feelings?

Author’s Notes: 1) Bah....I really didn’t want to write this....the way I picture Glorfindel being involved in raising Aragorn, it would be too much like father/son sex. But the plot bunny wouldn’t let me be. *grumbles and looks up recipes for plot bunny stew* Your fault if I get flamed for this one, floppy ears! 2) *Reads fic over again* Whoa....I made Erestor het and Glorfindel not with EITHER Erestor OR Elrond or with a mention of Ecthelion as his lover in Gondolin....whoa....how about that? LOL


“Mmmmm yes....like that....oh yes....more....yes! Yes!!!!”

Twenty year old Aragorn’s back arched as he released his seed in his sleep, the pleasure of climaxing pulling him with a jolt from his slumber. He groaned softly as he looked down at himself, realizing that he had soiled ANOTHER pair of sheets. Dropping his head back on his pillow, he groaned again, still feeling lightheaded from the intensity of his climax.

He closed his eyes and thought back to his dream, his face flushing deeply as he remembered who he had been dreaming about, and he groaned again. “Why can I not be a normal man and dream about elleths?” he muttered to himself.

He opened his eyes again and stared up at the ceiling, his hand wandering down to his shaft as he thought. He was no stranger to pleasure, both from his own hand and the occasional night with one of the female elves in Imladris, but had always found the encounters lacking. He wondered if it was just because he was not in love. Erestor always seemed happy with the she-elf he had mated.

But the more he tried to convince himself of that, the more hollow the excuse sounded. He just was not attracted to females. It was not elleths he dreamed about at night; it was not elleths he watched naked in the bathing pools as he stroked himself to completion.

He knew elves did not look down upon those who loved their own sex; he had on occasion seen Lindir with a male lover and from the soft whispers he heard in the Hall of Fire at night, many of his elven friends, both male and female, were also inclined to be with their own sex. But he knew Men were far less likely to be accepting of such a relationship and was afraid of what his father would think if he knew. It had been several weeks since Elrond had revealed the truth about his heritage and Aragorn knew it was expected of him to take a mate, to have heirs to carry on rule of Gondor. His father always spoke so highly of him, of what was expected of him, how could Aragorn tell him?

But on the other hand, how could he want to be with another male? Though he had never experienced it first hand, he knew how it was done between males and shuddered to think of something that size going into such a small opening. He supposed it had to be pleasurable for elves or they would not keep doing it. But could the same be said for men? Perhaps he could always take another....another who would not be hurt by him.

He again thought back to his dream and shuddered in pleasure as he remembered....he had not dreamed of taking another but of being taken himself. Taken gently but purposefully, of being ridden until he climaxed so hard he saw stars.

He groaned again as he realized he was growing hard once more. Deciding not to waste the erection, and since the sheets were already a lost cause, he started slowly stroking his shaft as he fantasized about his dream lover. The golden hair brushing his stomach as that talented mouth sucked on him. The blue eyes, filled with love and mischief. The golden body arching and thrusting as it filled him. Closing his eyes, Aragorn arched up into his hand as he drew closer to his climax. ‘Why him?’ he asked himself. ‘Why not *anyone* else?’

He bit his lip as the muscles in his body tensed, preparing to release, and jumped in alarm when a soft knock on his door interrupted his pending climax.

“Estel? Are you awake yet?” came a muffled voice from the other side of the door and Aragorn quickly leaped off the bed, stripping the sheets off the bed and throwing them underneath. His ardor quickly drained away as he ran to the closet and pulled on a sleeping robe. Not him....oh Valar, *please* not him.

“One moment please, Lord Glorfindel!” he called, hoping it would stall the seneschal from walking in on him. Leaping to the door, he wrapped the robe around his body and quickly tied the sash, taking a few quick breaths to calm himself before opening the door. “Yes?”

Glorfindel smiled and shook his head slightly at seeing the human still in sleep clothes. “You are just getting up?” Aragorn felt his cheeks pink at the inadvertent innuendo. “Anor has been up for hours, Estel, I would have thought you....” His voice trailed off as he sniffed a few times and the pink cheeks quickly gave way to flaming red as Aragorn knew Glorfindel smelled his release.

“Excuse me, I have to....” He tried to shove the door closed, but Glorfindel held it open until he could step inside, then closed it behind himself as Aragorn pulled away.

“Estel....” he said softly, reaching out to lay a hand on a slim shoulder, “there is no shame in self-pleasure. Every elf, every man, and I would assume every dwarf and hobbit as well, take care of their own needs until they find a life partner to satisfy them.”

“You do not understand,” Aragorn said in a small voice.

Glorfindel chuckled softly. “Estel, after two lifetimes, there is little I do not understand. Try me.” He gently directed Aragorn toward the bed and encouraged him to sit, sitting down beside him. To Aragorn’s everlasting gratitude, he made no mention of the fact that the bed was bare of coverings.

Aragorn hesitated, but the gentle, non-threatening tone of his father’s closest friend was soothing. And he truly did want to tell someone, did want someone to tell him he was not wrong for thinking this way. “When I....touch myself....” he started, his cheeks flaming in embarrassment, “I pretend....I pretend someone is with me, that it is their hands touching me, not my own.”

“I do as well, Estel,” Glorfindel said softly. “There is nothing wrong with that.”

“You....you pleasure yourself? But....you always have partners....” he stumbled.

“I often have partners, but not always....and there is no time for a partner when I am out on the borders. Nor would I cause problems with one of my border guards by asking to be with them. It would cause too many complications. But at times, the need of my body is too great, and I go off by myself and relieve that need.”

“Who do you pretend is touching you?” Aragorn whispered.

“Past lovers, or someone I would wish was my lover.”

“Who?”

Glorfindel gently stroked the young man’s hair. “The subject of our fantasies should be for us alone, Estel.”

Aragorn nodded quickly. “Of course, forgive me....but....you said you would enjoy being with one of your border guards but would not due to complications....that means that you....you enjoy being with other males? That you think about other males?”

“Yes. I am attracted to both sexes, and have been with both.”

“It....does it hurt? Being with a male I mean?”

“The first time is always a little painful. And if you do not have a gentle, patient lover, it can be very painful. But once your body grows used to the sensations, the pleasure is like nothing else.”

“Better than with an elleth?”

“For me, yes....though not for everyone. I know of others who have tried it with another male a few times and did not like it and went back to elleths exclusively.” He hesitated for a moment. “Why do you ask, Estel? Are you attracted to other males?”

Aragorn slowly nodded. “Please do not tell father....I know he expects me to have heirs to continue the rule of Gondor.”

“Estel, he knows....there is little that happens within these lands that your father is unaware of.... and besides, there is no shame in it. You can be attracted to other males and still lay with a female to have heirs. Many kings down through the ages have done just that. My king in Gondolin, Turgon, was married to an elleth and had a daughter, yet had male lovers his entire life.”

“He did not love his wife?”

“He loved her as a friend, but it was a marriage of convenience, a marriage to produce heirs only. He did not love her as a wife, nor was he attracted to her. He loved one of the captains of his armies.”

Aragorn nodded, though he did not look up. “Father told me you and Turgon were close.”

“Yes. We would have bonded had the situation been different.”

Aragorn nodded again and said nothing else for a long time. Finally Glorfindel spoke again. “Estel, I will not ask you who you are attracted to; that is your secret to keep. But perhaps you should tell him how you feel. You may find his feelings are the same for you.”

Aragorn shook his head quickly. “No....I cannot tell him, he does not feel the same.”

“But how do you know unless you try?” Glorfindel gently lifted Aragorn’s chin, frowning when the man looked away, his cheeks flaming.

“I just....I just know....” he muttered.

“But Estel....” he moved closer and laid a comforting hand on the man’s back. Aragorn gasped as his shaft sprang to near instant arousal as he suddenly pictured that hand touching him intimately, caressing, stroking, squeezing.

“Oh....” Glorfindel said softly, removing his hand, though he did not move away. He hesitated before speaking again, surprised Aragorn did not move away now that his secret was out. “Aragorn....you are not the first one to have feelings for a mentor.” He slowly reached to stroke Aragorn’s tangled brown hair and, though the man gasped again, he still did not recoil. “I was just an elfling when I met Turgon in Valinor. He was older, a warrior in his prime, and I became immediately enamored of him. I thought I had never met an elf so wise, so beautiful, and I began spending every spare moment with him.” Glorfindel could see Aragorn was listening intently and continued with his story.

“He taught me how to fight, how to hunt and fish, how to ride. We would sit around the fire with his troops, trading jokes and stories. I loved all the stories, but in particular was fascinated by the one of his talk of traveling to Middle-earth to build a great hidden city, safe from all enemies. A city that would last forever, always hidden from evil.”

“Gondolin,” Aragorn said softly.

“Yes. My parents forbade me from going, as well they should have. I had not even reached my majority yet. In respect for their wishes, he stopped asking me. But I could not be dissuaded, and the night he was scheduled to sail, I sneaked down to the dock and told him my parents had changed their minds and had decided to allow me to go. Surely he must have known I was lying, but agreed to take me with him.

“Over the next decades, as we constructed the city and worked closely together, my feelings for him grew. I hid them for as long as I could, thinking he would consider me a silly elfling.”

“How did you finally tell him?” Aragorn asked, looking up for the first time.

Glorfindel smiled. “By having a few too many glasses of wine and asking him one night, in front of half his army, to take me to his bed.”

Aragorn snickered. “Suddenly my way of doing it does not seem so bad.”

“Not so bad at all, Aragorn.” He again laid a hand on the young man’s back, and this time Aragorn leaned into the soothing touch.

“But you....you helped raise me....you gave me my first pony....you rocked me back to sleep when I had a nightmare....how can you....”

“Think of you that way?” Aragorn nodded and dropped his eyes again. “Estel....I also gave your brothers their first ponies and rocked them back to sleep when they had nightmares. And once your father realized that they were also attracted to other males, I was the one to show them the joys of loving another male,” he said gently.

“But why you? Why did father ask you to do it?”

“Because he wanted someone he could trust, someone your brothers were close to. He would not have hesitated to pick Erestor as well if his preferences were not for females.”

“But....” Aragorn persisted. “You do not find it odd? I have heard how you talk about me and Elladan and Elrohir. You love us like we were your own sons.”

“Aye, I do....but you are not my sons, as much as I would like you to be.” Aragorn flushed at the words. “There is no blood relation. And yes, when I made love to your brothers, at first it was odd to touch in lovemaking the same body I had bathed as an infant....but my desire to ensure their first time was as pleasurable and pain free as possible soon replaced the strange feelings.” He leaned closer and gently kissed Aragorn’s cheek. “I know you want me Estel....give in to your feelings. Let me love you.”

Aragorn gasped as an erotic shiver shot down his spine. This close, the presence of the powerful seneschal was overwhelming, and he did not protest when Glorfindel reached under the bed and withdrew the soiled sheets. Spreading them across the bed, he lay the man down on top of them. “How did you know?” Aragorn whispered.

“Where do you think I hid my sheets when I pleasured myself thinking of Turgon, Aragorn?” he whispered with a wicked grin, lying down beside Aragorn and slowly reaching for the tie on his robe. Aragorn closed his eyes and shivered again as the gentle hands untied his robe and opened it, exposing him. A cool breeze wafted across his heated skin as large, callused hands roamed up and down his body, soothing rather than arousing, letting the man grow used to his touch before making the caresses more intimate.

Aragorn shivered again as a warm mouth licked around the rim of his ear before gently sucking on his earlobe. “Open your eyes Estel,” Glorfindel whispered, hoping the use of the man’s elvish name would help to soothe him. “Reassure yourself that what you have wanted for so long is coming true.”

Aragorn’s cheeks flushed bright red again. “So....so long?” he stuttered. “You knew?”

Glorfindel sucked on the man’s neck, causing Aragorn to arch his hips and cry out softly. “Aye, I knew. At first I thought it to be the infatuation of the young. It is not unusual for men to feel very intense feelings for others when their sexual desires first awaken. But those desires usually fade away, to be replaced by desire for those more suited for them.” He moved to the other side of Aragorn’s neck, causing the young man to once again whimper softly. “But when I saw your desire for me was not fading, and once I realized your father knew of your preference for males, I asked to be the one to show you how to love another male once you reached majority.”

“But....” Aragorn tried to gather his thoughts, no easy task with the waves of erotic pleasure shooting through his body with each touch of the seneschal’s hands or mouth. “I thought...when you came here today, it seemed as if you did not know....”

“I knew you had feelings for me, Estel. But I did not know you pleasured yourself thinking about me. That was a surprise.” He looked up at the man and smiled, rather wickedly. “A most pleasant surprise.”

“Why....why pleasant?” Aragorn asked with another hard shudder as Glorfindel nibbled on the point of his chin, then down to his chest, following the line between Aragorn’s pectoral muscles until he reached the navel, then back up until he was sucking and gently biting on one peaked nipple.

“I would have given you your first time even were you not attracted to me in that way, Estel,” he said softly, moving over to the other nipple. “There are many types of admiration, not all of which come with attraction. But it is ever so much more pleasurable when attraction is there as well.”

“It was....like that with Turgon for you?”

Glorfindel smiled, stretching up to lay a soft kiss on Aragorn’s lips. Aragorn hesitated for a moment, unused to the firm kiss, so different from the soft, giving lips of a female, but then returned the kiss, twirling his tongue around Glorfindel’s and following it back into the seneschal’s mouth. When Glorfindel gently broke the kiss he nodded. “Aye, it was. I could not believe that what I had wanted for so long was finally happening. It was like a dream....”

“....come true,” Aragorn finished with a hint of a smile, causing Glorfindel to smile also.

“Aye....”

Glorfindel lay back beside the young man, lifting a hand and placing it on his chest. “Touch me, Estel. Undress me.”

Aragorn nodded nervously and raised his other hand, his trembling fingers having difficulty with the small buttons on Glorfindel’s tunic. After much struggle, he finally undid them and pushed the tunic off Glorfindel’s shoulders. The seneschal pulled it the rest of the way off, tossing it next to the bed, and Aragorn’s cheeks flushed again. He looked away, trying to control his nervous breathing.

“Estel....” Glorfindel gently turned his head back to face him. “Look at me....there is no shame in enjoying looking at your partner’s body. Do you not look at the bodies of the elleths you lay with?”

Aragorn nodded quickly, biting his bottom lip. “Aye, but it is different with you, my lord, I....”

“No, Estel,” Glorfindel interrupted softly. “No titles. This morning we are not Lord Glorfindel, Seneschal of Imladris, right hand elf to Lord Elrond, and Aragorn Elessar, future King of Men. We are just Glorfindel and Estel, two friends sharing pleasure.” Aragorn looked uncertain, which caused Glorfindel to frown slightly. “Estel....in spite of anything else I may be to you, I would hope to be your friend as well.”

He nodded. “You are.”

“Then relax, let me take care of you. And please, whatever you do....do not look away from me. You have such beautiful eyes; I want to see them darken with pleasure as you come for me.”

Aragorn bit his lip and nodded, his shaft throbbing in pleasure as it anticipated its need finally being relieved.

“Now touch me, Estel.” He kicked off his boots, hearing them drop to the floor with a dull thud. “Remove my leggings.” Aragorn nodded and reached with trembling fingers for the tie on the waistband. Quickly untying the knot, he pushed the leggings down past slim hips, gasping as Glorfindel’s erection sprang free once loosed from the snug fabric.

“You....you are attracted to me as well?” he whispered, looking up into bright blue eyes, soft and warm with love.

“Did you think pleasuring someone I care for left me unaffected, Estel?” he whispered, gently stroking the side of the man’s face. “Every gasp, every whimper caused my desire to grow more and more. I want you, as much as you want me.”

Aragorn nodded, swallowing hard and tentatively reaching to lay a hand on Glorfindel’s stomach. The gasp of pleasure as he slowly stroked caused him to grow more confident, and before long he was leaning over the muscular body, kissing and licking the golden skin as Glorfindel had just done to him.

He bit his lip, his erection throbbing as he found a particularly erotic spot just below Glorfindel’s navel, causing the seneschal to arch his back and cry out.

“Do....you see, Estel? How giving pleasure to another can bring it to ourselves as well?”

Aragorn nodded, moving back up to give Glorfindel a gentle kiss, running his fingers through soft golden hair. “Will you show me? Show me pleasure? The pleasure of being taken by another male?”

“There are other ways to pleasure a partner than that, Estel. We do not have to do that yet if you do not want to.”

“I do....please....I have wanted this so long. Please, take me.”

Glorfindel nodded and sat up on one elbow, gently pushing Aragorn onto his back and kneeling over him. Once again he worked his way down the man’s body, but this time did not stop at his navel. Spotting a jar of healing salve on the bedside table, he set it on the bed next to Aragorn and, gently holding the man’s hips down, slid his mouth over the raging erection.

Aragorn screamed in need as his shaft was suddenly, fully enclosed in warm wetness and arched his back hard, nearly coming undone right then. Only the earlier climax in his sleep kept him from releasing right then. None of the elleths he had been with had ever done this for him and the pleasure was indescribable. His entire world narrowed to the space between his thighs, to the throbbing shaft disappearing into Glorfindel’s talented mouth. Glorfindel sucked on him for a bit longer before gently withdrawing, pulling a small gasp of dismay from the man. With a small smile, he moved lower, gently sucking each soft sac into his mouth, causing Aragorn to buck his hips upward and gasp again.

“Please....no....no more....I....I need....need....something....please....”

Glorfindel groaned softly, his own shaft throbbing in need at the man’s pleading. “Soon, Estel....but not until you are ready,” he whispered, moving lower still and flicking his tongue across the man’s puckered opening. Aragorn’s hips shot up with a gasp as the soft tongue licked, then gently pressed inside. He sobbed with need as hot jolts of pleasure shot through his body as the tongue gently flicked back and forth inside of him, loosening him up.

Glorfindel shifted position on the bed as he withdrew, rubbing salve onto three of his fingers. Again lowering his mouth onto the hard throbbing shaft, he pressed one of them inside, waiting until the pressure around it loosened before slowly stroking it in and out.

“Glorfindel....please....I need....need more....” Aragorn gasped, bearing down on him, trying to push him deeper inside.

“Easy, Estel....I must prepare you slowly or it will be painful....” He gently pressed another finger inside, feeling the man clamp around him once more, then slowly relax. After a moment, he turned his hand palm up, searching for the pleasure spot within his partner. With a small smile, he found it, pressing his fingers across it and holding the man down when he nearly lifted off the bed in ecstasy. His moaning was continual now, thrashing his head from side to side, his hands grasping around the sheets as Glorfindel continued gently massaging his pleasure center.

Biting his lip to keep himself under control, Glorfindel carefully added another finger, hearing a small cry of pain. Remembering that three fingers had been painful for the twins as well, he waited until Aragorn began moving on his own before gently thrusting his fingers inside, again brushing against the pleasure spot within.

He continued what he was doing for several more strokes, until the whimpers of pain gave way to soft pants of need. Then rolling the man onto his side and rubbing more salve onto his aching erection, he spooned behind Aragorn and gently lifted one leg, pressing slowly and carefully inside.

Aragorn immediately tensed at the searing pain, his breath coming in quick pants as he tried to force himself to relax. Even Glorfindel’s fingers had hurt until he had been able to relax, but his body refused to cooperate, refused to accept the invasion. “Hurts....” he said softly.

“I know it does Estel,” Glorfindel whispered softly, nibbling on the man’s ear and taking his erection into his hand, slowly stroking the hard flesh. “Do not think about the pain, think about this....think about the pleasure....think about how good my hand feels. Does it not feel good?”

Aragorn hesitated for a moment, trying to tear his attention away from the stinging pain. “Aye....it....it feels good....”

“Yes....feels good....just think about that....” Glorfindel said soothingly. He flicked his thumb across the small slit at the tip, gathering some moisture onto his fingers and stroking faster and firmer.

Aragorn groaned softly and arched into the touch. “Valar....yes....so good....please, more....”

“Yes, more....” Glorfindel stroked faster and squeezed firmly several times, bringing the man right to the edge of his climax before backing off again, then again bringing him close. On the second time, he suddenly felt the tight passage relax around him as the man’s body gathered for climax, and as he backed off once again, began slowly moving inside of him.

Aragorn tensed for a moment when he felt movement, expecting pain, but the throbbing pain of first penetration had subsided to a dull ache. As he was able to relax further, the expected pain did not surface, and even the dull ache subsided, leaving the beginnings of pleasure.

Glorfindel slid one arm around the young man’s chest, pulling him closer as his other hand continued to work on Aragorn’s shaft, keeping him right on the brink of climax. He moved slowly, stroking rather than thrusting, taking his time to allow the untried body to grow used to him. After a time, the sharp gasps of pain subsided, and when one of Aragorn’s hands found its way to his buttocks, urging him on, he applied himself to his task in earnest, moving faster and deeper, angling his hips to brush against Aragorn’s pleasure spot with each thrust.

Aragorn cried out again and pressed his back more firmly against the seneschal’s chest, lifting his leg ever higher and grasping the firm flesh of Glorfindel’s buttocks, trying to press him even deeper inside. Before long the shudders of impending climax began in the man’s body and Glorfindel thrust faster, his hand moving rapidly on Aragorn’s shaft. When it finally hit him, every muscle in his body tensed as he clamped down on the shaft within him, howling in pleasure as he released so hard he saw stars.

The sudden pressure around his shaft caused Glorfindel to groan softly and reach his own climax a moment later, releasing his warm seed deep within his partner’s body. He thrust a few more times, until his need was spent, then stilled, gasping for breath as he pulled the trembling body of Aragorn tightly against his chest.

Aragorn panted, trying to regain his breath, his head swimming in the aftermath of the most intense climax he had ever experienced. Glorfindel was right....the pleasure was indescribable, far better than with an elleth. When he finally began to regain his awareness, he realized that Glorfindel was still holding him, gently stroking his chest, nibbling on his neck and whispering words of endearment into his ear.

For a long time they lay together, too sated to move. Aragorn felt the oblivion of sleep urgently tugging at the corners of his mind, but tried to fight it off. Too long had he wished for this; too long had he wanted to be held in the aftermath of lovemaking by the object of his desire, and he wished to enjoy it for as long as he possibly could. Finally he spoke.

“Glorfindel?”

“Hmmmm?” the seneschal muttered sleepily, dozing in the warmth of his partner’s body.

“Do you....do you like to be taken also?” he asked with a slight blush.

Glorfindel yawned and opened his eyes. “Aye I do. Why? Are you asking to take me?”

Aragorn’s blush deepened. “If....if you would like me to. If....if I am attracted to males, I need to learn how not to hurt my partner as well.”

Glorfindel smiled and gently kissed his shoulder. “Aye, I suppose you do.” His smile widened as he saw the man yawn as well. “Rest for a while, Estel. I will be here when you wake.” Aragorn nodded and closed his eyes, and before long they had both fallen into reverie.

Aragorn woke several hours later, surprised that Glorfindel still slept. Gently extricating himself from the elf’s embrace, he rolled the seneschal over onto his back. Glorfindel muttered something in his sleep, but did not wake. Aragorn smiled as he realized Glorfindel had another erection, and had a sudden, overwhelming desire to feel him writhe in pleasure under his body as he brought him to an explosive climax. His thoughts caused his own shaft to harden with need once more.

The jar of salve was still sitting on the bed next to them, and coating several fingers with the slippery concoction, he reached for his partner, gently pressing one finger inside. Glorfindel shifted position on the bed and muttered softly, and Aragorn added another finger. With a soft gasp, the seneschal woke, looking down at what Aragorn was doing. “Estel, you need not....”

“I want to....” Aragorn whispered, slowly moving his fingers in and out as he lowered his mouth onto his partner’s erection, trying to remember exactly what Glorfindel had done to him. His long slim fingers sought out the pleasure spot within, and Glorfindel cried out and arched his back as Aragorn suddenly found it.

“Take me, Estel....please....”

Aragorn nodded and slicked his erection with salve, grasping the long slim legs and laying them across his shoulders, pressing inside in one smooth action. Glorfindel relaxed almost immediately and he began to thrust quickly, angling his hips to press against the sweet spot with every stroke.

Climax came quickly for them both, Glorfindel clenching the sheets in his hands and groaning as his release surged across his belly, feeling Aragorn fill him a moment later. Aragorn thrust several more times, until he could stand no more, then collapsed on Glorfindel’s broad chest.

They lay like that for several minutes before Aragorn was able to withdraw and lay down next to his partner. Glorfindel gathered him against his chest, wrapping an arm around Aragorn’s shoulders. Aragorn sighed in contentment, laying his head on Glorfindel’s chest, hearing the steady thud of the seneschal’s heartbeat in his ear.

“As pleasurable as that was, Aragorn,” he finally said, “you will not be able to go that quickly unless your partner is experienced.”

Aragorn could hear the humor in his voice and chuckled softly. “Aye, I know....but I suspected the legendary Balrog Slayer, great Seneschal of Imladris, right hand elf to Lord Elrond would be experienced.”

Glorfindel threw back his head and laughed loudly. “Impertinent whelp! Do you make references to my conquests, Estel?”

Aragorn looked up at him with a smile. “I repeat only what I hear, my Lord Glorfindel,” he said, laying a hand over his heart and pretending to be respectful.

One of Glorfindel’s hands wandered down to Aragorn’s buttocks and gave a sharp slap, causing the man to break out in a fit of giggles. “Hush....a gentleman does not repeat such vicious rumors.” The harsh tone was belied by the twinkle of laughter in his eyes.

“Then they are NOT true?”

Glorfindel looked thoughtful. “I never said they were not, Estel....just that my love life should not be the topic of conversation amongst the residents of Imladris. Surely you can find something else more fascinating to discuss.”

Aragorn’s smiled turned wicked. “Like the time Asfaloth spooked and dumped you into the Bruinen?”

Glorfindel rolled his eyes and sighed, though he could not help but snicker at the memory. “Remind me to kill your brothers for relaying that story to you.”

Aragorn’s smile widened. “Perhaps you could threaten Elladan with the revealing of an equally embarrassing story?”

Glorfindel’s eyes widened. “Which story, pray tell?”

“The time he mistook poison ivy for athelas?”

Glorfindel laughed again. “Ah yes....if anyone should know the difference it should be the son of a healer. I had forgotten about that. His mouth was so swollen he could not eat for a week.”

They laughed and joked for a few more minutes, telling jokes and humorous stories, before Glorfindel grew serious again, stretching down to gently kiss Aragorn’s forehead. “Thank you Estel. For giving me the honor of being your first time.”

Aragorn nodded, sobering as well. “Thank you....for making my dream come true.”

Glorfindel nodded also. “You are most welcome, Estel. It was my pleasure.” Pulling the man tighter against his chest, he closed his eyes. “Rest now....”

“Mmmmm yes.....rest....” Aragorn muttered softly, already half asleep. Glorfindel smiled down at him and again gently kissed his forehead, enjoying the smile of contentment on his partner’s face. He knew the trials the young man would face in his life, the pain and hardship he would go through. But it was not all to be pain; there would be much joy as well. Joy and love, and the fulfilling of dreams....yes, sometimes dreams did come true.

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