To Endure.

Title: To Endure.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: NC17, AU.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel, their last night.
Notes: A lot of stuff has gone on with myself lately, previous stories have not been abandoned, simply put to one side whilst I wrote something I just wanted to at the time. And rather than store it away with rest, I thought I‘d post for once. This fic is not beta’d, all mistakes are mine so beware. It is also slightly pretentious and… a little all over the place. Started off as humour, and ended up somewhere else. And the pet name ‘kitten’, was loaned to me by Kei - my oh so special cucumber.


To Endure.

Erestor grinned as he attempted to sit up, but was, with one strong paw, pushed back flat upon the bed. He bit his lip and undulated upon the bed, chuckling when the strands of fine golden hair playing against his thighs and stomach tickled him.

“Let me up,”

“No.” The broad shouldered elf between his thighs growled.

“I want to play too.” He pouted, and when meeting the warrior’s lust filled gaze, he looked down at him in a way he knew always drew Glorfindel mad with desire. Just from beneath his long lashes, a playfully, innocent yet contradicting, sinful look.

He whimpered and moaned wantonly, and wriggled upon the bed as Glorfindel, never breaking their gaze, trailed a slick path along his abdomen with the tip of his tongue. He arched beneath him, and yet smiled with something like a giggle as Glorfindel’s tongue followed the most sensitive lines and dips of his body. From the sensitive line just above his dark curls, to chasing after a shy navel with a deep rumble of laughter.

“Glorfindel,” he whimpered, his chest raising and falling significantly as a nipple was drawn into a warm wet mouth, and sucked.

He gasped, when his hands were suddenly seized, and held above his head. “Glorfindel,” he whispered this time, lips moist and eyes wide with excitement. His gaze fell to the warrior’s lips, that now curved into a smirk that was anything but unkind, “Glorfindel,” was his plea. And he swallowed visibly as the muscular body laid heavily atop of him in a deliciously, encompassing manner.

“What did my kitten say?” He husked.

“I said..” he began, licking his lips, and unable to look away from those that hovered so close to his own. “..I said, I-I want to play,” And he smiled in a restrained effort not to giggle again, loving it when Glorfindel got like this.

“I thought so, but I think we’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” He bated, and gripped the slim wrists that he held above the dark elf’s head that much tighter.

Erestor narrowed his eyes slightly and bit his lip in building excitement, only enhancing his already erotic look. “You’re not the boss of me,” he shot back, his words slow and seductive.

His breath caught as his hands were slammed against the pillows again, raised higher and stretching him further beneath the warrior’s bulk.

“Wrong, kitten,” and they shared a grin, their game amusing the both of them. “In fact,” the warrior spoke, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to appear dominating once more, though was at the same time, unable to hide his smile. “I’m ordering you to not wear clothes in my presence again.” He grinned outright and pressed his brow to the advisor’s collarbone as Erestor turned his head to the side and laughed aloud.

“Shh, stop it.” Glorfindel chuckled.

“Okay, okay” the advisor giggled, and once again tried to look as defiant as before, just as Glorfindel again looked down upon him with such dominating mastery.

“You will greet me naked in my bed, every morn, and every eve.” he decreed in a deep, arousing voice. “Understand?”

Erestor nodded, and then with a whimper, raised his hips in search for friction. Managing to wrap one leg around the warrior’s hip, he moaned when only just able to feel the blond’s heated groin against his own. Dark blond bristly curls rubbing against his thighs, and his lovers heavy and thick arousal brushing against his own stomach that quivered in need and exertion. His lips turned into a pout, and he looked pleading to his lover as he stretched his neck for one kiss. His arms however, held above his head prevented him from reaching those smiling peach coloured petals so close, but too far.

“Please…”

“What?” The warrior murmured, unable to continue the pretence of master when his lover looked so pleadingly up to him. “What does my baby want?”

“Please, kiss me, kiss me..”

He groaned, and slowly lowered Erestor’s wrists from above his head and grinned as the usually so stoic advisor lunged upwards for his kiss. But it was soft, Erestor’s lips were always soft. He moaned at first, he moaned at how his dark, silky hair fell away and down to the pillows, at how the muscles and fine bone structure of his neck strained as Erestor stretched to press their lips together. He moaned at the soft touch of a warm tongue, brushing his own. And he hissed, and pulled away in a gasp as one smooth calf hooked around his thigh, and Erestor, with hooded, sexy, smouldering eyes, rubbed himself against him.

Red lips that were moist hung open slightly, and his gaze was so alluring, so shameless as he was slowly dry humped. His spread thighs that gripped his pulsating groin gave him an almost whorish and wanton quality that made Glorfindel growl low in his throat, showing his teeth.

The warrior’s mouth fell open however, and he groaned so very loudly as Erestor, with a knowing smirk of his own, unhooked his leg, and slowly turned beneath the warrior so that he now regarded him from over his shoulder. He kneeled on all fours and arching his back, appearing to present himself, his smooth cheeks upturned as dark hair framed a dark and desperate gaze that could burn straight through him. And that peered over one heartbreakingly delicate, jutting shoulder blade. He at once felt both compelled with a mixture of urgent need to gently hold, and a desperate compulsion to be rough and brutal in his passion.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he bit into his lower lip with a groan as those perfect globes touched his hot and sweat dampened groin. One hand clamped down on a slim hip as his other steadied them, and he restrained himself from moving his own hips in tandem, so that he could watch, as Erestor rubbed his bottom, his perfect tight bottom against his dark blond curls and weeping, hard cock.

“Glorfindel,” was the sultry and breathless voice that beckoned him to open his eyes.

Opening his eyes, he leaned down so as they were chest to back, and he gave a light thrust against the rear that was pressed so closely and heatedly to his groin. He pulled the heavy mass of dark hair over one slender shoulder, and deliberately ignored the full, pouting red lips that wished to be kissed, and instead spread soft kisses into the crook of Erestor’s baby soft neck.

He smiled against Erestor’s heated skin when hearing the sweetest of all whimpers leave his lovers lips. “What is it? What does my kitten want?” He husked.

“This kitten..” Erestor spoke, firmly, demandingly, as he with one free hand touched the side of Glorfindel’s face, “..wants his milk.”

Glorfindel snorted, dropping his face into the crook of Erestor’s neck. And Erestor bit his lip naughtily, chuckling to himself. “Come on,” he coaxed in a smooth voice, again moving his hips seductively backwards and upwards as his hand reached back and stroked the side of Glorfindel’s thigh and buttock.

“You want me inside you?” He husked back, grinning and gripping the hip he held possessively.

“Oh..” Erestor whined, making the warrior chuckle affectionately, “please stop playing with me.”

“Alright, alright, shh baby. I’ll give you what you want.”

Erestor groaned in relief, and reached one hand beneath a pillow to pull out a small oil filled vial. Leaning on his elbows, and with his behind still shamelessly turned upwards towards his mate, he uncorked the vile and covered his hands. He reached back, looking from over his shoulder in a way he knew was provocative to his lover, and gazed sultrily at Glorfindel’s flushed face as he trailed three of his own fingers along his cleft.

He grinned in satisfaction, seeing Glorfindel shift his weight on his knees, and pant softly, licking his lips as he stared transfixed at what it was the dark elf’s digits were doing. Stroking up and down, along the cleft and over his tight pucker, but never delving inside.

He coated his hand once more with oil, and then knelt up a little to stroke his lovers engorged arousal.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been this hard before,” Erestor murmured, and he bit into his lip hard and twisted his wrist just right, grinning when Glorfindel moaned out his name.

He revelled in the feel of those large paws gripping his hips tighter as his hand slinked downwards. The oil coating his palm had warmed, and now gently massaged the heavy sacks that felt loaded and desperate for release. And he smiled a satisfied, opened mouth smile as Glorfindel growled loudly, gnashing his teeth with a fiery look of passion.

“Bend over,” he growled, and took Erestor forcefully by the hips, lunging for the nearly empty vial with his free hand.

“No, no” Erestor breathed, stilling the large hand that sought to prepare him. “I want to feel you.”

Throwing the vial to one side, he aligned his begging need with the small, pink opening. “Sure?” he husked.

“Yes, yes, do it…”

With a slippery hand either side of his lovers hips, he pushed just the tip of his head into the tight ring, panting at the sensation, but pushing no further.

“Glorfindel, please…”

“Shh,” he crooned, and ran one hand up the soft, sweat slicked back, coming to rest upon a shoulder, and holding, anchoring himself. Showing Erestor that he was about be ridden. “You do it,” he spoke gruffly, his body trembling slightly. “Push back.”

Immediately Erestor arched his back, his shoulder blades shifting in a feline manner as his hips aligned in an angle capable of accepting the girth that seemed all the more hot and thick inside of him without having been stretched first.

“Ah yes,” the warrior hissed, panting softly and then swallowing thickly as he watched his dark, slick member slowly sink into Erestor’s cheeks. The sight of Erestor’s penetrated pink hole, stretching further and further as his cock delved deeper, being almost enough to make him loose all control right there and then.

When dark blond curls touched the flesh of Erestor’s soft rear, they paused for breath. The sensation was incredible, and Glorfindel stroked up and down Erestor’s side, noting how the smaller elf trembled.

“Are you alright?” He asked gruffly.

Erestor merely nodded, and when the caress to his side became softer, perhaps more concerned, he spoke. “I’m fine, but gods, have me, take me now.”

Licking his lips, he gripped his shoulder harder, and held Erestor in place as he delivered the first forwards thrust. A gasp came form Erestor, and he did it again, and again. Mesmerised by the sway of Erestor’s black locks swayed, and the helpless moans coming from his sweet mouth.

“Can -” he panted, thrusting steadily, “can I… harder?”

“Yes!” He rasped, and hollered aloud as he was suddenly rocked forwards harder. Nearly loosing his balance he quickly steadied himself on his hands amongst the strewn pillows and sheets.

“Ah yes, yes…” Glorfindel ground out between his teeth as he at the same time, pushed forwards, and pulled Erestor back by the shoulder.

“Ai Glorfindel..”

So close to that brink, that precipice, Glorfindel felt the overwhelming desire to be as close as physically possible. He knelt bent over Erestor, the side of his cheek pressed in between the space of the advisor’s shoulders as they arched and moved together. It was Erestor who pushed up, that forced them both into a kneeling position.

Their movements slowed, and went from fast and furious, to slower and deeper. Erestor turned his head to one side, and with a palm to Glorfindel’s cheek, turned his head so as they faced each other, moving so slowly, and so passionately.

Pulling away as Glorfindel urged forwards for a kiss, he stilled their movements with a hand to the side of the warrior’s thigh.

“Glorfindel..” he panted, and swallowed. “All games aside,” he gasped, “you’re mine, you hear?” He purred, “This, what we have here,” he breathed, “this is real, no matter what anyone else says..” he shook his head, and held on tightly to the hand supporting his middle, and gently caressed the blond’s cheek, “.. this is real,” he whispered again.

They had a moment, such a moment that would never be forgotten. And then Glorfindel surged forwards, kissing him with a desperate need that had them both upon the mattress.

Erestor was pinned there, between soft sheets and searing hot flesh. Golden strands fell over his shoulder, a strong hands lay gently around his neck. And when finding fingers near his lips, he took them in, laving at them, licking and messily kissing, sucking them as he was so gently but utterly filled from behind.

Harsh panting, a barely audible whimper and the feel of his lovers brow pressed against his shoulder, all told him how close his elf was. He cried out when a hand suddenly seized his length, and frantically began to stroke.

Glorfindel’s cry of completion was guttural. Erestor’s was partially muted by the pillow. They both gasped for breath, and Glorfindel collapsed upon Erestor, resting the side of his cheek against his back as they gulped for air.

After a time, Erestor felt Glorfindel shift behind him, and raised his hips when thinking the warrior wished to disconnect their bodies. A quiet ‘No’ told him that this was not so. And he wondered at the tight grip that suddenly grasped his middle, holding him incredibly close.

“Kitten?”

Erestor grinned at the pet name.

“Mm?”

“I love you,” was spoken so very softly, tenderly, “so much.”

Erestor gently disconnected them anyway, and turned to face his lover. It meant all the more to him, those words. Because he knew that such declarations were not often or easily spoken by the warrior. That such words actually caused slight embarrassment to the warrior who had never quite known how to stand down - how to be at ease or to smile freely. And so it was seeing the warrior’s flushed cheeks, and not only from spent passion alone, that he knew that such words had never been uttered more sincerely or truthfully.

Erestor cupped the warrior’s face gently, and his brows drew together as he sighed and smiled a small, shaky adoring smile. “Love you more.” He murmured, and kissed him so sweetly, “more,” he whispered again, as was his habit.

Glorfindel had grinned into the kiss, a grin that Erestor had hopelessly fallen for at first sight. And Erestor raised a brow in question as the warrior pulled away, and seemed to smile almost nervously, before reaching across the pillows to the bedside where his tunic lay somewhere upon the floor.

“What are you doing?” Erestor asked as he again loosely wrapped his arms about the warrior’s middle as he came to lay between his legs once more. “What?” He laughed, as the warrior withheld something in one curled fist, and looked down at him with a silly smile.

He uncurled his hand, to show a very old looking gold ring with the simple pattern of entwined leaves, laying in his palm. And Erestor instantly sucked in his breath at the possibilities of what that ring could represent. There was such earnestness in his blue gaze, a real honesty that was admirable and rarely found. It was the look of one who was risking it all, one who had trusted another not to break their heart - to be the one for them.

“You ahm, you know that market, down in the square just yonder?”

Erestor nodded mutely, leaning up on his elbows.

“Well, I was wandering by myself one day, and came across this one stall in particular. It had all these trinkets and um, other just… oddities, really,” he laughed a little nervously, and cleared his throat before continuing.

“And so the ah, the female who, I suppose owned the stall, she began to tell me all these tales, one for each small box or jewel. An attempt to make me buy something no doubt.” He laughed quietly, and paused a moment to try and read the dark elf’s expression. And he hesitated a moment, seeing that Erestor look to the ring in a way he couldn’t quite make out.

“I saw this ring,” he soldiered on, “and she of course saw my interest and proceeded to tell me of it’s history.” Catching Erestor’s gaze, he felt somewhat encouraged when seeing what he hoped were happy tears glistening in the corners of those dark yes.

“Apparently it used to belong to these lovers, star crossed lovers, she said.”

“Romantic,” Erestor whispered, and flushed a moment later, realising he had said it aloud.

“I thought so.” He smiled. “You see, these two where faced with trials so great, that only the greatest of loves could withstand it.” He licked his lips.

“It’s quite sad really, but I thought the story so… beautiful, that you had to have this. Because their love, well, it was doomed Erestor. But all the greatest ones are, don’t you think?”

Erestor could find no answer, but nodded in answer anyhow.

“Because what happened was that, one of them died, and the one who survived their beloved, wore this ring for every day that they were parted. See…” he shifted upon the bed, moving closer, and spoke in the softest of voices. “…their love was so great,” he spoke, with a real admiration and longing that was obvious to Erestor, “that nothing could asunder it. This ring is meant to be worn by the givers soul mate, she did not say as much, but that‘s what I think.”

When Erestor said nothing, he began to curl his hand back around the ring, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Or perhaps,” he shrugged, and smiled a tiny, uncertain smile, “perhaps I should of gotten you something newer.”

“No!” Erestor blurted out, reaching for the hand that held the ring, “No it’s,” he smiled tenderly, “it’s beautiful,” Erestor uttered, his voice catching ever so slightly.

Glorfindel heaved a heavy sigh then, and he held the ring by forefinger and thumb, near to Erestor left hand.

“I would,” he stopped, took a deep breath and smiled at his own nervousness. “I would put this upon your wedding finger, if you would let me.”

Erestor laughed suddenly, then he covered his mouth with his hand as an emotional cry threatened to erupt. Tears spilled from the corner of his eyes, and he felt foolish for it. But this only served to ease his lovers apprehension.

“Yes?” Glorfindel whispered with a hint of mirth.

Erestor nodded, and sat up along with Glorfindel, the bed sheets falling away. He quickly wiped at his watery eyes with the back of his hand, and held out his other that shook visibly. Glorfindel leaned forwards, and with a gentle touch of their brows, slid the ring down Erestor’s marital finger.

“A perfect fit,” he whispered, and brought the hand to his lips to kiss.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor chocked out, and felt a fool as he pulled Glorfindel too him, and proceeded to weep ever so softly into the crook of his neck.

Glorfindel’s laughter awoke his own, and soon his tears were not so much dried, but had at least ceased in their descent. Their gentle murmurs were all of love and sweet promises. And laughter rang through the bedchambers of the Lord of the Golden Flower, the sounds of low voices and soft sighs there after. It was near dawn when next they left the bed, to sit in the one chair located on the young Lord’s balcony overlooking the courtyard.

Erestor sat back, reclined against Glorfindel’s bare chest. One of the bed sheets wrapped modestly about the both of them as the warm night air cooled their heated skin.

“You’re family will not approve of this - of me, you know that, right?” Erestor asked as he idly entwined their fingers together, and admired how his hand looked with a wedded band upon it.

Glorfindel curled himself around Erestor, holding him, claiming him in that simple embrace as his own. Erestor lay between his legs on the outstretched seat, and his small dark head rested just beneath his chin. He smiled in utter contentment, the breeze was warm, and the sounds of those gathered in celebration were not far from them. But to him, they were alone, for a moment the world was theirs, and all there was, was the two of them in that chair, and that ring upon his lovers finger.

“They will deal with it. We will have our wedding.”

“You risk so much for me.”

“Erestor,” he murmured against his ear, and kissed the tip gently. “..they will be mad that I have been missing during the summering solstice anyhow, why not announce our engagement too,” he chuckled, and smiled broadly as the elf in his arms did likewise.

“A fair point.”

“We celebrated in our own fashion, anyhow.” And again he grinned as Erestor’s shoulders shook with mirth.

Erestor smiled, and turned on his side, spooning against the warrior’s side. “This is a love fairytales are made of,” he spoke softly. His gaze, being one of total admiration and devotion.

Glorfindel smiled, and pulled him closer, “then kiss me, my prince.”

They kissed, and it seemed that they would make their way back to the bed chambers once again, were it not for something that aught Erestor’s eye. He pulled away from the kiss reluctantly, and frowned as he gazed out, and over the courtyard.

“What is that?” He asked, gently touching his lovers golden strands as the warrior’s lips brushed his neck.

“Hmm?” The warrior murmured, and looked to where it was the advisor’s gaze was set. “The sun is rising,” he said with a slight frown of his own. “I did not realise it was that time already,” and again his lips sought the soft flesh of his lovers neck.

“It isn‘t, Glorfindel,” he answered quietly, and again Glorfindel lifted his head to peer out across the white stoned walls and towers of their city.

“The sky glows red,” he spoke in a low, foreboding voice. With a soft pat to the side of Erestor’s thigh, they stood. They walked to the edge of the balcony, and the sudden fearful atmosphere was only too evident as all seemed to fall silent.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor began, his hand seeking his beloveds beneath the blanket they held about their shoulders. “Since when,” he said, his voice shaking ever so, “..since when did the sun rise in the north?”

They stood there, for a few minutes only as the red glow spilled further into the sky. Unconsciously, he pulled Erestor close to his side, and as the first screams sounded in the courtyard bellow, their hands clasped together beneath the sheet in a vice grip. The ring, so old and so new, indenting it’s simple pattern into skin of ivory and gold.

It was a ring worn by the givers soul mate. A ring owned by those who were doomed, thus is the price for the greater of loves. A sad tale, a beautiful tale. Star crossed and torn apart indeed, but never ended. There was no great finally for these immortal two. Like those before this pair, the ring was worn during each day of their parting, and was once again kissed by its giver upon their blessed reunion. Love will always smile kindly, unto those who have endured it.

The End.