Add to the memories.

Title: Add to the memories.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing,
Summary: It’s moving day, and a few problems arise.
Notes: AU, Un-beta’d, slash. Not entirely sure about this one, but whatever, wanted to write something..


Again an old one...

Add to the memories.


“Glorfindel,” Erestor murmured, trying his best to sound annoyed, and not succeeding in the least. Lips smiled against his throat, and the one standing behind him, clipping together the fastenings of his robe and, in a fashion, dressing him, only laughed in a deep, arousing rumble.

“You will make me late.” The defenceless councillor sighed, tilting his head to one side, as those soft peach like lips travelled higher. Unbeknown to himself, Erestor let out the smallest of whimpers, as a tongue, so devious and knowledgeable of his body, touched the side of his gracefully sloping ear.

“I’m just helping you, I can help you like this every morn now.”

“I’ve never found it a task to dress myself before you know,” the darkling elf grinned, and closed his eyes as those lips made their way closer to the sensitive point of his ear. Just as those large, but so gentle hands were fastening his collar.

“Yes but,” he spoke huskily into his ear, “isn’t this way much more fun?”

Erestor laughed softly, and then actually sighed in disappointment as those devious lips left his ear and realised then that he was now fully dressed and ready to go, but found himself, for all the world, wishing he could stay and undress once more so as to have a repeat of such loving attention.

“Maybe,” he replied, and cleared his throat so as his voice would next come out sounding not quite so aroused and eager. A quick grin came to his lips, and he gathered a few of his things as he headed for the door. “But if you do insist on sending me away so turned on every morning, than I’m afraid I might have to eventually ravish poor Melpomean at his desk.”

He laughed when his answer was to then be pulled back and then pressed up against the wall, any items he had been holding, falling to the floor. He bit his lip to keep a moan from escaping, when Glorfindel’s slim lined yet impressive bulk pressed against his own smaller, slender frame. He had always loved to feel that weight atop of him.

“If anyone, except me, touches these lips,” he said in a low, seductive voice as his thumb touched the advisor’s lower lip - his mouth falling open slightly as Erestor’s did, “then I will kill them.”

Erestor’s breath came a little quicker then, to him, there was nothing so arousing as when Glorfindel showed his possessive side. And it scared him ever so slightly, and excited him perhaps too much, in knowing that there was a sliver of truth in Glorfindel’s playful words.

“Glorfindel,” he breathed, and could not look away from those bewitchingly dark blue eyes. “Stop it now, really I-I’m getting a little too.. AI!” He gasped, and closed his eyes in reflex when a hand suddenly cupped his groin.

“Hard?” The warrior husked, and squeezed.

Erestor’s answer was nothing but a pitiful whimper, one he knew would drive Glorfindel equally as mad. And despite his previous reprimands, he found himself undulating into that hand.

With nothing to grab a hold of, as the warrior was delightfully bare chested, he reached for those famously golden tresses, and giving them a sharp tug, brought the warrior’s lips crashing down upon his own. They kissed hard and fast, and Erestor instinctively knew he would be late that morn. That being one of the main reasons, as well as already being unbearably turned on, as to why foreplay, at that moment would have been regarded as utterly ridiculous.

He was quickly turned, and slammed against the wall so as his cheek and stomach were flush against the cool surface. He loved being treated so roughly almost as much as he did when Glorfindel held him as if he would break. And he knew, that if the warrior could see through his lust filled haze, that he would have been aghast at having treated his baby with such a heavy hand. So it was that Erestor was grateful for this temporary blindness, for he loved Glorfindel, every part of him, be it rough or gentle.

He smiled and licked his lips in excitement as he felt his robe being hoisted up and over his waist, and lending a hand he held the heavy fabric there. He gasped as his leggings were harshly tugged down to his knees and then further down to pool around his feet which were then hastily kicked out of the way by the both of them.

“Are you still…” came the thick and urgent voice behind him.

“Yes, yes please..”

Feeling still stretched from their play at dawn, he felt nothing but the urgency to be filled. He bent at the waist, his hands splaying across the wall as Glorfindel knelt behind him. He muffled his scream of pleasure into his slim, velvet covered bicep when a tongue, slick and daring, swiped along his cleft, and delved deep within him.

“Enough, enough!” He hollered, and felt relieved when feeling Glorfindel’s broader, dominating presence standing at its full height behind him.

Had he looked over his shoulder, he would of groaned at the sight of the warrior licking his own hand, and then pulling out his heavy and thick cock from his sleeping pants to slick with the minimal moisture of his palm. With the wet touch of his hand, and the pearly white moisture that had begun to trail down the side of his length, he stroked himself, and deeming himself ready enough, aligned his masterful shaft against the tightness of Erestor’s entrance.

“You trust me?” Was husked into his ear from behind.

And nodding yes, pleading that with all his life yes, he knew he was heightening the warrior’s pleasure. For this had always been a great turn on to the warrior, to have him at that crucial moment, admit that he would hunt down and hand over the entire world to have Glorfindel inside of him. That he would relinquish all, do for him anything, and would bend in any way Glorfindel deemed, so as to receive his love and attention, of which he gave fully and freely to him at any rate. But the role of dominator, and master, had always been Glorfindel’s. And he would have it no other way.

“Ready?” And before he could answer, he was in one hard thrust, filled.

A large hand had covered his mouth, just before his scream could fill their chambers and alert their neighbours as to what it was they were up to, for a third time that morning. The length inside of him stilled, and it felt as if it pulsated there, throbbing and hot. The hand slowly uncovered his mouth, dragging along his full lips.

“Shh,” was whispered into his ear. And then he felt it move, the thick and burning shaft inside of him, it slowly pulled out, and even as he knew it was coming, it seemed to take him by surprise as he was thrust back into with such a force that his entire body lurched up against the wall. A keening wail leaving his lips that was barley muffled once more by the same hand.

And that was their way that morn. With his robe raised up high on his waist, one strong hand gripped his hip, and another covered his mouth and gagging any moans and pleas, as he was filled over, and over again.

Erestor whimpered as his own length was covered by his drooping robes, and brushed against the wall in manner which provided only enough friction to tease him, but give him no release. Their position was suddenly changed however, when the thrusting stopped, and he nearly wept as the prominent thickness suddenly withdrew, leaving him to feel so empty and wanton.

He only just became aware of what was happening when seeing Glorfindel, in one swoop of his arms clear his nearby desk, sending all documents and items crashing to the ground. He would have been annoyed, had he of not been so excited by such a brutal display.

He was seized once more, and abruptly sat upon the side of the desk with a strength that made him pant in appreciation. His hips were pulled forwards and he fell back suddenly. He gasped and winced as his head came into sharp contact with the hard surface of his desk, his hair clasp having broken and dug into his scalp. And when next he opened his eyes, it was to face an overwhelmingly apologetic gaze.

A large hand touched the back of his head where he was sure a lump would form, and his face was gently cradled.

“Baby, I’m sorry,”

Erestor pouted and rubbed the back of his head for effect, and pulled loose the butterfly clasp that’s fastening was now broken.

“I broke it,” he took it from Erestor’s hands. “I will fix it for you, promise.”

“It’s just a clasp Glorfindel, it’s okay,” he smiled, his voice still somewhat breathless.

“Have I hurt you? Let me look..”

Erestor held back any seeking hands, and leaned up on the edge of the desk so that his soft smile could be better seen.

“I was too rough wasn’t I?” There was a trace of shame and much guilt in the warrior’s voice, and gently Erestor caressed his soft and still flushed cheek. Aligning their noses sweetly as he spoke quietly back.

“I don’t know if I love you more when you’re like this, or when you’re so mad with desire for me that you create havoc in my rooms and break all of my things.” He smiled when hearing Glorfindel laugh a little embarrassedly. “Come on,” he spoke in a silky voice that left no room for misinterpretation, “I still need you,” he lifted himself, with the help of Glorfindel, and wrapped his legs around the warrior’s waist, so as the warrior’s still hard shaft lay against his cleft. “Get inside of me, I want to feel you, rough and gentle.”

Gently this time, he was lowered back down on to the desk, so as to be flat on his back. And he watched as Glorfindel manoeuvred his slim waist align with the warrior’s wider pelvis, and raising one of Erestor’s pale legs over his shoulder, he slowly entered him.

The love making was no less special, no loess magnificent, but it wasn’t what they had had before. Before they had been fucking, hard and fast, but now the warrior’s hands and thrusts were gentle, careful.

“Glorfindel,” he spoke in a warning voice that was somehow still affectionate. And the warrior leaned down, so as to be just above him.

“Sweetheart?” His movements stopped, “what is it..” his hand reached for the back of Erestor’s head, “is it hurting you?” He spoke guiltily, “Should I stop?”

“Yes,” he sighed, and when Glorfindel began to withdraw, he once again, grabbed onto those golden locks, and brought their gaze eye to eye. “Stop making love to me, and finish what you started.”

At Glorfindel’s confused look, he continued, with a knowing smirk. “Stop making love to me, and start fucking me.”

Glorfindel’s gaze widened only slightly, before a grin covered his own lips.

Erestor, with a firm hand to his chest, pushed Glorfindel back only slightly, so as he could stand, and turn. His hands rested upon the edge of the desk, and he looked over his shoulder sultrily as Glorfindel, with quick and fumbling movements, lifted that robe again over those slim hips, and with a satisfied smile, aligned himself and thrust upwards.

Erestor threw his head back and moaned loudly. His dark, now unbound hair, spilled over the warrior’s shoulder, as he was pushed into as far as physically possible. When feeling Glorfindel’s bristly pubic hair and heavy sacks pressed firmly against his entrance, he moaned in such an erotically disgraceful way, that the hands either side of his hips tightened in their grip.

Such obscenities where then huskily whispered into his ear then, followed by his name, that he gasped and flushed an alarming red. And their fucking resumed.

He was worked so hard, pounded into and used in such a loving and passionate fashion. At one point the had been bent completely at the waist, grasping for dear life at the desk’s edge. And having looked over his shoulder, he had seen such a glorious site of his lover, with head thrown back, eyes closed tight, and face contorted in absolute abandon as his pelvis thrust wildly.

Now, now they were so close to that built up brink, that they were chest to back, with Glorfindel’s head craned down, his face pressed in the advisor’s neck. The warrior’s larger hands lay over his own, and every muscle was strained, right down to their fingers that entwined desperately.

He was near to sobbing, any words of encouragement or pleasure were utterly inarticulate. The grunting into his ear, the hot panting and occasional ‘ugh’ was enough to drive any sane male mad. And Erestor soon came with a broken call of the warrior’s name. All of his muscles, centred onto the hot heat moving rapidly inside of him, rocking him past what endurance he had. So he squeezed, he squeezed and clamped down so tightly onto the cock inside of him that he felt teeth, barely restrained, bite down into the crook of his neck.

He gasped when feeling Glorfindel’s hot come coat his insides, and dribble down his thighs also. There were three more brutal thrusts, and finally, the warrior stilled, overcome with orgasm, before finally slumping over Erestor.

“God’s” was breathed into Erestor’s ear, and the advisor grinned.

“That was a good one,” Erestor chuckled, his breathing eventually levelling out, he pushed some of the mused dark strand of hair out of his face. “I swear this gets better every time we do this,” and he smiled to hear Glorfindel laugh, his face still pressed into the crook of his neck.

“However, I am now, most definitely late.”

Glorfindel laughed, and Erestor looked over his shoulder to see the most tantalizing sight of Glorfindel, moments after having spent his passion. His golden tresses were utterly mused, and damp around his hair line. His cheeks were flushed pink, just as his eyes had started to regain their sky like quality as he carefully slipped out of Erestor.

“You’re so beautiful.” Erestor muttered, without having realised, and resisted the urge to flush afterwards.

Glorfindel had been tying up the laces to his sleeping pants when hearing the sweet compliment, and looked up and slowly smiled. “Thank you,” he said softly. And Erestor knew then that it had been a right thing to say, because coming from him, Glorfindel would accept, and even like such a compliment.

“Let me help you dress,” the warrior spoke, as he retrieved Erestor’s leggings.

Erestor laughed and pulled the leggings from the warrior’s hands to dress himself at a safe distance. “If I am ever to get out of these chambers, I think I will have to dress myself.”

And Glorfindel conceded to the point with a grin.

“Argh,” Erestor muttered to himself, as Glorfindel had been picking up the items he had previously shoved off of the desk.

“Something wrong?” Glorfindel asked, as he worriedly approached with an inkwell and letter opener in each hand. And Erestor new that the warrior worried that it was the bump to the back of his head that had caused him to utter out loud.

“I need a new robe, could you hand me one from the wardrobe?”

Glorfindel set the items down, and rounded Erestor so as to stand behind him. His hand dipped beneath the advisor’s leggings, and the warrior laughed softly when Erestor squeaked in surprise.

“What are you..” Erestor began, but gasped as a shiver ran through his spine, when Glorfindel’s fingers ran over and between the tops of his thighs, and along and slightly dipping between his cleft. “Glorfindel?” He asked with a slight quiver to his voice.

“Didn’t we get it all?” The warrior asked, and Erestor realised that the warrior searched for any remaining signs of his passion. “I was careful,” and after another moment of inspection, he spoke again quite surely, “I didn’t get any of it on your robe, Erestor.”

“Oh I know,” and Erestor lifted the warrior’s hand from inside his breeches, before anything else could start, “you didn’t, but I did.”

“Oh,” Glorfindel, chuckled.

“Oh shut up and get me a robe,” the advisor said with a role of his eyes.

Having retrieved another robe, he had been buttoning and clipping all decretive fastenings, when two hands from behind batted away his own. He threw his head back and groaned.

“I am late enough sir,” he spoke as lips again pressed against the soft and previously ravished flesh of his neck.

“I can not help myself, I’m excited.”

Erestor’s eyes widened, “what ,again?”

Glorfindel snorted, and kissed the side of Erestor’s cheek, “I meant about the move, but if we had the time, then aye, that too.” He spoke with an obtuse air that Erestor knew was in jest.

“Oh,” he chuckled, and when fully dressed, he turned and flattened down the front of his robe. “I look alright?”

“Beautiful.”

“You’ve already had me, three times over this morning, you don’t have to be sweet tongued now,” he laughed, and the warrior grinned, and pulled him forwards for a kiss.

“You are still beautiful.”

Erestor smiled at the feel of strong arms encircling him, and pressed the softest and most chaste of kisses to those peach lips. “Thank you,” he said quietly, almost coyly. He patted the warrior’s bare shoulders, and pushed away slightly.

“I must be going. Otherwise Melpomean will send a search party,” and he laughed at hearing Glorfindel growl. “Oh I was playing before Glorfindel,” he smiled, “whatever you do, do not growl at him, you will scare the young fellow.”

Glorfindel nodded, and heading over to the bed, threw himself upon it with a certain satisfaction of knowing that it was now also his. Erestor laughed at this, and then gestured over to where there were boxes of the warrior’s belongings dotted all over his chambers.

“Be a good little house elf, and try to clear some of this up before I, the bread winner of this household..” he found himself unable to continue, as he would rather listen to the sound of his lover’s laughter, which was boisterous and amused indeed.

“I’ll be back at lunch, enjoy your day off and try not to make too much of a mess.”

“Yes darling.” Glorfindel replied sarcastically.

And he left his rooms to begin that day’s work, albeit, a little late. He pause in his stride however, and rephrased his thoughts. ‘Our rooms’. They were their rooms now, not just his, and he made a mental note to refer to them as such, as he went about his way.

~*~

Erestor leaned back in his chair, and smiled to himself. He found he did not quite have the mind to work that day, and was content to think of his lover, moving about, or rather, moving in to his rooms. He grinned out right, when thinking of the warrior, in nothing but sleeping pants and with the most adorable bed hair he had ever seen, unpacking his own possessions, and placing them against his own. He smiled, yet, felt… nervous.

It was a big step, for the both of them. But rising early to wash and get ready for the day, had become far too difficult when it meant leaving each others company every morn. They had been in the bath in fact, and he had been reclined against the rim, with Glorfindel between his thighs, when they had broached the subject. The merry elf had been speaking of anything that would come to mind, as he sat behind him to wash his broad shoulders. It had been during one of these most pleasant of evenings, when he had suggested they try this new arrangement. Erestor actually flushed slightly when remembering the warrior’s enthusiastic and - delicious - reply.

It felt right, yes, it certainly did. He liked the idea of Glorfindel being there when he retired for an evening, and being there in the morn. He liked the thought of a the weary Captain coming home after a difficult day, and actually calling those shared quarters his home. Yes, it felt good. But still… he was nervous.

He had never shared his living space with another before, and even he knew that his self reliance could become overwhelmingly tedious, he had been told as much before. But perhaps that wasn’t it. Very well, that wasn’t it. What worried Erestor, was - what if .. what if they ran out of things to say? What if Glorfindel became bored, decided he had made a mistake? What if he became bored? Then the both of them would just feel awkward until bitterness would set in, eventually leading to a bad break up and…

He stood from his desk, and gave his head a small shake. He laughed at himself, though half heartedly. He was just nervous. It would be fine. No, not fine - good. It would be good, he corrected himself.

Scanning his shelves for a book he didn’t need, Erestor again retreated to the place in his mind that was his haven - his sanctuary, and felt himself physically relax almost instantly. He went to the place where he kept an image of Glorfindel. Naked. With bed hair. And the most seductive of come to bed eyes he had ever seen.

He laughed genuinely this time, in a deep and throaty rumble. And shaking his head slightly, he muttered to himself.

‘Naked Glorfindel later. Work now.’

~*~

Glorfindel blew a frustrated breath from the corner of his mouth, and the messy lock of hair removed itself from his vision. He couldn’t quite believe it, he had the day off, did not have to run about the courtyard, did not have to spar or train, had absolutely no duties that day and yet, he was sweaty, and quite worn out. He looked around the room, and cringed. He had meant to clear up a bit. To find a place for his own things. Instead, he had made the mess… messier.

He bit the corner of his lip, as he eyed the chest of draws which were Erestor’s, and tried to remember the exact position the advisor had had them in before. He hadn’t meant to change so much, and was now a little worried as to what Erestor‘s reaction would be. He had been in such a merry mood, and had gotten perhaps a little too carried away with his unpacking that, in the novelty of trying new and old furniture in different places and such, he had completely rearranged the rooms. And not only that, but it was complete bedlam.

He cursed quietly beneath his breath, and rubbed the back of his neck. All wasn’t going quite to plan. Though, frowning, and pursing his lips, he looked about him, squinting one eye and tilting his head to the left, he stepped back, and tried to visualise how the bed would look against the opposite wall. How the divan would look in the other room, how the desk would look nearer the balcony.

‘All right,’ he muttered to himself, ‘start again.’

A clean pallet is what he needed, and confirming this with a nod, he began his clear out, so as to rearrange, and try his hand at interior décor. It couldn’t hurt just to see….

~*~

“Glorfindel?” Erestor chimed quietly as he opened his door and leaned in, head first. His words however, died on his lips, when taking in the what had once been his comfortable rooms. He closed the door behind him, and slowly took in his surroundings, it was just then, that Glorfindel appeared, holding a rather large potted plant.

“Erestor,” he said surprised. “What are you doing back so soon?”

“I,” Erestor spoke rather dazedly, stepping over a box. “I thought I would just see how you were doing.. It’s midday..”

“Oh is it really?”

“Yes, yes it is.”

He stood, (there was nothing else to do) and simply looked at the mess, the sheer mess of his chambers - their chambers. “Well someone’s been busy,” he attempted in as casual a manner as possible.

“I have indeed,” spoke Glorfindel, his back to Erestor as he found a home for his potted friend. Turning to his lover, he smiled. And Erestor nearly melted.

Not often would Glorfindel appear so. He was no strict or overly serious elf, in fact he was quite the opposite. But he did feel a certain smugness at knowing only he had the pleasure of seeing Glorfindel thusly. And that was utterly relaxed, his hair messily tied back, not even brushed. Bare footed, casual leggings covered in dust and his shirt not even tucked in or completely fastened. He looked comfortable, here in these rooms, and Erestor absolutely loved that.

The moment of appreciation passed swiftly however, when watching as his ….gorgeous lover, disappeared to retrieved yet another plant from the other room.

“You really like those plants, don’t you?”

“Aye, I do. I love the scent of greenery first thing in the morning when I wake. Don’t you?”

Stepping over yet another box, Erestor attempted his most charming of all smiles. “Actually, I prefer the scent of a strong warrior, and a previous nights passion. One in particular, to be precise.”

Glorfindel grinned, “that right?” putting the plant aside, he advanced, and soon had his arms around Erestor’s trim waist. “Missed you,” me murmured in a low voice against the softness of Erestor’s neck.

Erestor hummed in pleasure, his arms instinctively travelling up the length of muscular arms to wrap loosely around the warrior’s neck. “Thought I’d take a long lunch today, spend it with you, maybe help a little, or take you outside for a stroll?”

Erestor let out a low chuckle, and already knew his lovers answer as soft, knowing lips grazed his cheek and neck with intent.

“Mmm, does sound nice, but no.”

“No?” Erestor played along, biting his lip as two hands gently cupped his behind.

“No, stay here, make love.”

“Where?” Erestor suddenly laughed, and felt the lips against his neck turn upwards into a wide smile.

“Good point,” Glorfindel lifted his head, grinning to see how Erestor’s cheeks had become slightly flushed “Perhaps you’d like to help me then, I could do with a hand in the bedroom…” turning away he picked up the plant with a contemplative look upon his face, “your bed is heavier then it looks.”

With that he disappeared from the room, taking the plant back with him. Erestor still stood, with cheeks still flushed. His smile however, faltered slightly, as what he thought to be a sexual innuendo settled in the forefront of his mind, “you moved my bed?”

~*~

Erestor tried his best to focus on how content Glorfindel seemed, on how his lovers shoulders, now bare, glistened with a dampness as he moved furniture. But he could not help every now and then, glancing about his rooms in worry at the absolute dishevelment and confusion of arranged furniture. Or if he were more precise, the turnabout of his nice neat rooms, his safe little world, everything that he had so become accustomed to - used to.

Glorfindel glanced at the advisor, now worried himself as his lover became more quiet with each passing minute. He cleared his throat. “Is everything alright?”

“What? Oh, yes, yes fine,” he caught himself, nodding as he, with a huff, helped Glorfindel shift the bed into yet another angle.

When settled, Glorfindel stood straight, watching as Erestor rubbed the small of his back. “Sure?” Was his quiet reply.

Looking to his lover, Erestor suddenly felt pang of guilt at how not so comfortable Glorfindel now appeared. There was an uncertainty about him, a hint of shyness or awkwardness, at realising that perhaps he had overstepped his bounds - had not been welcome to make himself so at home. Erestor smiled, a soft smile that was instantly returned with an air of relief that was quite touching.

“I like the bed here,” he lied, “lets more sun into the room.”

“Yes,” the warrior beamed, “that’s what I thought.”

Awkwardness for the time being abated, Glorfindel wiped his hands together, and then reached for one of the hangings that held… yet another plant. He looked to his lover when hearing his chuckle, and smiled at the somewhat adoring look upon his face.

“Told you, green thumb.”

“And fingers, it would seem. Valar Glorfindel, we have a forest on our doorstep, literally” he laughed.

Glorfindel did not laugh as he expected him to but rather, winced instead, “is this alright?” He indicated to the plant, but meant everything else as well, “not to much, or…?”

Erestor smiled, and though he wished to answer truthfully, he spoke as he wished he really did feel, “it’s fine, or course.” Seeing that Glorfindel was obviously unconvinced he continued, “Glorfindel, it’s fine, really. Come on,” he moved to take the plant form the warrior’s hands to aid him, “let’s find a place for this.”

They carried on for a while, moving the larger pieces of furniture. Sometimes talking and sometimes not. It was during one of these quiet moments that, for some reason did not feel as comfortable as they usually would, that Glorfindel lifted one of the boxes onto the bed. Reaching inside, he pulled out a bundle of badly folded clothes.

“Gods you’re messy,” Erestor chuckled.

“Not even going to deny it,” Glorfindel laughed, but paused and turned a contemplative expression to the advisor. “Do you think we should commission… Or perhaps make a new wardrobe? I’m not sure all my clothes and yours will fit in the one we have now.”

“Should be big enough I think, and it matches the rest of the furniture” Erestor replied, casually enough as he perched himself upon the side of the mattress and reached for the creased tunics, and began the process of refolding.

“No no, I had a good look when emptying it out earlier, I don’t think it is.”

Erestor’s eyebrows rose, and setting the tunics down he stood. “You… you cleared out my things?”

Momentarily surprised at the reaction received, Glorfindel blinked a few times, before smiling and holding his hands up defensively. “Oh don’t worry, prissy one,” he teased, “your clothes are either hung or folded. Neatly” he chuckled.

“No, I mean everything, you cleared out everything in my wardrobe?”

“Well,” Glorfindel rubbed the back of his neck, “there was only really clothes and shoes, and a few boxes,” he shrugged, smiling uncertainly.

“The boxes, where are they?” Erestor frowned worriedly, looking amongst the scattered items and so on, strewn across the floor, belonging to both him and Glorfindel.

“They’re here somewhere,” Glorfindel replied quietly, if not defensively.

“Well where?”

“Erestor, they’re just a couple of boxes… here, here they are.”

Erestor stood and crossed the room, dropping next to Glorfindel. He missed Glorfindel’s uncomfortable countenance and rummaged quickly through the boxes.

“Glorfindel, where’s the small one?” He sat back on his heels, hands perched on his knees and unknowingly, looked rather unforgiving.

“Oh, well,” Glorfindel scratched the back of his head, “the little one split when I picked it up,” he hastened to finish his words at Erestor’s upset reaction, “but I saved all the items! I set them aside with the other boxes..”

He watched, rather wishing he was back in his own rooms at that moment as Erestor looked through the other two boxes.

“Where is it?” Erestor asked tersely, as he continued to agitatedly push things aside.

“Where’s what?” Glorfindel asked, his own voice taking on an edge of its own.

“The small tin pot, the pot of dirt,” he looked up, “where is it, it isn’t here…”

“The dirt?” Glorfindel had the grace to blush , and stood with a guilty countenance. “The dirt..”

“It was a tin pot, Glorfindel..”

“Well, well that fell when the box split, the soil, I - I didn’t realise it was set there purposefully. I thought perhaps it had just accumulated amongst your things, or.. I don’t know…” he trailed off, feeling like a scolded child.

“Glorfindel!” Erestor shot to his own feet, “That soil was from my mothers window box! Back home, she loved her flowers, and kept each sill adorned with flower boxes, that’s all..” he was unable to keep the distress from his voice, “…that was all I had left of them… of my home..”

“I -I didn’t know,” Glorfindel spoke, trying not to plead, and stepped forwards, reaching out a hand to his lover, apology written all over his face, but was hurt as Erestor pulled his arm away and sat slumped upon the bed.

“I can’t believe you just…” a frown creased his brow, and he turned to Glorfindel once more, “what did you do with it?”

Glorfindel frowned at the accusing tone, “well I cleared it up of course.” He replied rather indignantly.

Erestor shrugged, mockingly, “just cleared it up,” he echoed.

“Yes! I’d never show such disregard for your rooms as to leave dirt imbedded in your rug, I cleaned it up.”

Erestor chortled, snorted, and stood as he gestured around the room, or at the mess they stood in. “I’m sorry, would you like to take a look around and then repeat what you just said?!”

Glorfindel flushed, he did not look around, but snagged up one of his tunics as if he meant to fold it. His movements were slow, and uncomfortable. “Erestor, you said…” he sighed, and looking up as he scratched the side of his cheek, “you said your rooms, that it had the bigger bathroom, that the bed was bigger…”

“Well they seemed bigger at the time!” He snapped back, and he knew he sounded juvenile, but was still mourning the loss over such sentimental a thing.

Glorfindel blinked a few times, and clenched his jaw in an attempt to remain neutral when feeling rather hurt. “But… not so much with me here, right?”

To that Erestor did not respond, he could only gage, with a dawning regret and guilt, the hurt look upon his beloveds face.

Glorfindel nodded, “alright…” he rubbed his chin, and snagged up a random tunic and headed to the door, again, snagging up a pair of boots on his way.

“Wait.. Wait no, Glorfindel…”

“No, no it’s fine Erestor,” he spoke, tidying his appearance, “perhaps it was just a little too soon for us,” he opened the door, “it’s fine,” and closed the door.

Erestor stood there for a few moments, looking at the door, before heavily sitting himself upon the bed. “You damn idiot!”

~*~

Glorfindel paced his own rooms, his own empty rooms, as he attempted to not give into his feelings. As he attempted to ignore the all consuming disappointment he felt.

“You’ve never lived with another, what made you think… Argh!”

He couldn’t even change, all his things were in Erestor’s rooms. Erestor’s rooms. Not theirs. He felt like a fool. He thought back to this morning, and thought of how excited he had been, and felt a fool.

He couldn’t decide if Erestor had overreacted, or if he had made a huge mistake. He felt bad over the soil issue, truly he did, but he also felt as if he had been wronged. Erestor had suggested this step, had asked him to move in. But this afternoon… he had felt almost like an intruder in Erestor’s space, he had felt as if his company was simply.. unwanted.

It had been a good few hours now, and Erestor would be in his office, in a bad mood and working to avoid dealing with it. He may as well gather a few of his things now, the situation would be awkward enough later on, when having to move his items back to his own rooms in full view of those who had watched him move them to Erestor’s not a day before.

~*~

He gathered only the small essential items, feeling that he could simply not be doing with the inquisitive stares of neighbours. He picked up his clothing, noting how Erestor had neatly folded them, and took great pleasure in unfolding them and messily throwing them back in the box they had been carried in.

It was as he did this, that he espied the two small boxes that he had removed from the wardrobe earlier that morn. Walking over to them, he sat himself cross legged on the floor, and glared at the offending items within.

“What’s all the damn fuss about?” He muttered.

He lifted the lid from one box, not caring if he was being childish or intrusive as he picked through the items, and frowned at the odd collection of items inside. There was a tiny jar of buttons… he immediately set that aside. A tiny rag doll, that looked moth eaten and ages old. A boot lace, and other simply… random things. It appeared to be a box of memories. However, when coming across a few small sheets of creased paper, he unfolded them, and couldn’t help the beginnings of a smile that touched his lips as he recognised the penmanship upon them as his own.

“You silly thing, you kept our notes.” He spoke affectionately.

Yes, they, grown, adult, mature elves, had written each other little notes. Little flirtatious notes or rhymes. Right at the beginning of their courtship, they had left small, non descript folded pieces of paper for the other to find, in their offices, and sometimes, much to Elrond’s amusement, in council.

He remembered one time in particular, when one of his notes, that had by that time in their courting become slightly more then flirtatious and more of the personal… intimate of natures, had somehow found its way into Elrond’s papers, and not Erestor’s. He recalled quite clearly, how he had turned a shade of white when watching, mid council, as Elrond unfolded and read his lustful note, thinking it one of his own notations.

He had received a sharp, shocked look from his Lord, as he recalled signing his name as ‘your humble, wanting slave, Glorfindel’. And could of died, yes, again, as a knowing smirk crossed Elrond’s lips. Worse still, the elf Lord had without a word, passed the note - in full view of all, to Erestor. Erestor, bless him, had not been so good at concealing his embarrassment, and had in fact avoided Elrond for the next three days before being confronted by their Lord, with laughter and wine, or so he was told.

Setting the notes aside, a look of adoration crossed his features when pulling out a small note book, that turned out to be blank of pages, but had been used to press a flower. The first flower, that Glorfindel had ever given him.

He felt his anger and such gradually leave him, as he delved deeper into the box, to discover more items that were all given by or had something to do with him.

A cork, from the wine bottle shared on their first private dinner. A bitter sweet memory, as the cork had in fact connected rather painfully with Glorfindel’s nose, when he had - in an attempt to impress- held the bottle between his thighs when unscrewing the cork after Erestor’s failed attempt. Only for it to nearly break his nose. Yes, it had hurt, but as he recalled, to stop the flow of blood, Erestor had pulled his head into his lap, and had gently stroked his face. Smiling, and whispering sweet words to ease his utter embarrassment. What he mostly recalled that evening, aside from trying to explain to a grinning elf Lord how he had broken his nose, was having his head in Erestor’s lap, Having those dark eyes look down at him so lovingly, and the sweet kiss, their first, that his injury had earned him.

There were other items, items that would seem as random and pointless to others as the rag doll and jar of buttons did to him, but those he came across that sparked a certain memory within, only made him smile, and wish Erestor was with him right then.

Feeling the smooth, content and warm feeling he always felt when thinking of his lover, Glorfindel placed the lid back upon the box. He sighed, and nodded, grinning to himself, he shall add to the memories then. Erestor had his quirks, and that was alright. A thought came to him, and rising, he made his way into the other room.

~*~


Erestor felt foolish, loitering outside of his own quarters, afraid that they were in fact just that, - his quarters, and no one else’s. He didn’t want to open the door, and to see all of Glorfindel’s things gone, to see Glorfindel gone. But summoning the courage, he gripped the small pot tightly in one hand, and opened the door.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. His rooms were back to normal, completely, just as they had been before Glorfindel had moved his large, mismatching furniture in. Except, not so, for Glorfindel’s things were still here, but hidden, in a way.

On his bureau, there was all his writing gear, spread out, and Glorfindel’s neatly piled against the wall, behind his own. Craning his neck to look at the bed in the other room, (back in its original spot) he noted how it had been remade. Remade with his quilt, his sheets, and his pillows, save for one that is, one in the middle that belonged to Glorfindel. Glancing to the wardrobe that was slightly open, all of his robes hung neatly, and the tunics that he had folded earlier, were all sitting hunched up beneath them one shelf.

The sight saddened him.

“Is it alright?” Came a soft voice from behind him.

He turned, and saw Glorfindel standing there, his shoulders hunched as he crossed his arms before him, and with nothing but kindness in those blue eyes. He felt overwhelmingly guilty.

No answer coming. Glorfindel trod closer, “what do you have there?”

Erestor looked down at his hands rather dumbly, noting how he grasped the bass of the tiny flower pot tightly. “Present,” he replied, his voice not entirely steady.

“For me?” Glorfindel asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth, and chuckling aloud when Erestor simply nodded, handing the small pot, with a single yellow flower, over to his lover.

“You have green thumbs.”

Even Erestor could not believe he had said that, and nothing else.

“Thank you, beloved.” Taking the pot, and still unsure of exactly where they stood with one another, he took a chance, and kissed Erestor’s temple. Encouraged by how the darkling elf did not pull away, he tilted up the small, proud chin that he so loved, and gently pressed his lips to Erestor’s.

So he was shocked then, when Erestor suddenly pulled away, and was then alarmed at the distress clear in Erestor’s dark eyes.

“It’s not alright!”

“W-what?” Glorfindel stammered.

“It’s…” Erestor trailed off, and worrying Glorfindel further, strode over to the wardrobe, and pulled all robes and tunics from it, throwing them on the floor, and thusly unfolded twice over refolded tunics.

“No, I cant have you just giving into me like that, you don’t deserve that!”

“Erestor,” taking the elf by the arms, gripping them firmly, he held the petite elf close - held him still. “Erestor calm yourself, what are you doing?”

Erestor took a deep breath or two, and then when released from the strong grip, spoke with a calmer air about him.

“Glorfindel, just… no.”

Glorfindel blinked, “no what?”

“We’re not living here, we’re not doing this.”

Glorfindel was stunned, close to heartbreak, he thought… “I thought… Erestor I put everything back to normal..”

“You don’t see…” Erestor sighed, and then reaching, and grasping Glorfindel’s face gently between his palms, he engaged the warrior in a heart stopping kiss, an amazing kiss.

When releasing the warrior, Erestor wrapped his arms about the his middle and rested his head beneath his chin. Instinctively the warrior put his arms around the dark elf’s shoulders, though found himself quite bewildered.

“I’m foolish, I’m persnikety, I’m too used to things as they are, and I’m haughty.”

After a long pause, Glorfindel uttered a reply, convinced that Erestor would never cease to confuse him. “Ah…. al-alright,”

Erestor loosened his grip, though did not let go. “I didn’t go back to work.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, I went to look for any available rooms, because we’re not living here.”

“But why?” Glorfindel asked exasperatedly, yet not without a gentle smile.

“Because they are my rooms,” seeing the confusion in those blue eyes he continued, “I’ve lived here, on my own for so long, that I fear I’ll always think of them thusly. So… I went to look at other available rooms today..”

“I see,” Glorfindel smiled. “And did you find any? You damned skittish elf,” he laughed.

Erestor grinned, and nodded his head. “I did, I think,” he licked his lips, and trailed his hands along Glorfindel’s arms, to rest his own rightfully around his neck. “But you need to see them first too, because we will decide together, we will move in together, and Valar help us we will decorate together,” he grinned when Glorfindel laughed, and felt the arms around his middle tighten, “they will be our rooms, Glorfindel, ours.”

Glorfindel nodded, thinking that perhaps they should of thought of this first time around. But then decided it didn’t matter, as Erestor leaned close, and demanded a kiss of him. A kiss given with all he had to give.

“So tell me of our potential rooms,” he murmured against Erestor’s smiling lips.

~*~


He was close to screaming, and not just you’re average groans and passionate cries, but actually screaming. Glorfindel drove into him with a startling need. Their passion had never, to his recollection been this intense. It was a special night, a year that night, that they had lived together in these quarters.

They had looked at several sets of apartments within the Homely house, but had settled for the ones they occupied now. They were spacious, actually built for more then one occupant, which helped, and had a lovely view. The view stretched over the waterfalls, and into the forest, gifting them with a woodland scent every morn in the summer days. Though they were never really without, as a potted plant hung in every room, sat on every shelf, and every window sill was adorned with a window box, full or blossoms.

It was their home, they had claimed it as such the first night, and nearly every night afterwards.

He could swear his eyes were bluer this night, that there was something godly about him, as he was possessed so fully and wholly. Rocked so hard, he could feel his climax approaching, his third so far, and reached out in desperation for something other then Glorfindel’s broad, sweat slicked shoulders to hold onto.

His hands gripped momentarily at the quilt covers, and he pulled. He heard something in the distance smash, or shatter, but didn’t give a damn. The elf above him, moving inside of him was an animal.

Glorfindel gritted his teeth, unable to get deep enough into that tight, hot opening. He hoisted a leg over his shoulder, bending the knee back so as it nearly touched Erestor’s chest and cursed in his passion, now able to get that little bit deeper.

“Erestor,” he panted, words of undying love in his mind, but only capable to pant his lovers name. “Oh…ah! ‘Restor!” he ground out between his teeth.

He leaned down, and messily crashed their lips together. Feeling the tell tale tightness, the rolling, tingling sensation at the base of his groin, he pulled his mouth away, and moaned at how Erestor’s lips looked red and used, how his eyes were near black and his pale complexion flushed and beaded with sweat. The elf was boneless, and just holding on, seed already smeared between them, sticky and hot.

He grunted, his face contorting as he thrust once, “ugh…” twice, “ah…” and three times, “Ai…’Restor!” And came, deep inside of his lover.

He collapsed atop of the darkling elf, panting with exertion, and they both sank into the sheets, one slick melded mess. A good mess.

They lay there, exhausted and blissfully sated.

“That’s got to be,” Erestor gulped for air “one of the best… and I mean,” he gulped again, “the amount of times we’ve…but still, definitely one of the best.” He stroked Glorfindel’s back, and groaned, feeling the warrior’s length slip from him.

“Mmm,” was the warrior’s only reply, as he rested his head upon the advisor’s chest, blanketing the elf, and enjoying the feel of warm hands sliding over his back and through the hair. “One of the best, definitely.”

Eventually he stirred, lest he succumb to slumber right then, and lifted himself from Erestor’s smothered figure. “Love you,” he murmured.

“You too,”

They shared a slow, loving kiss, and Erestor watched as Glorfindel rose from the bed, his naked form slinking into the bathroom where he could then hear water runninga few moments later. He couldn’t help but grin smugly, his arms resting lazily above his head as he watched those perfect buttocks, firm and eatable, as Glorfindel retrieved something to wipe them down with.

“Is it my imagination,” Glorfindel called, “or did I hear something smash? - Right near the end.”

“No, I heard it to,” leaning up, and over the edge of the bed, Erestor looked for what it was he had heard shatter.

“We keep braking things,” came the reply from the bathroom, his words laced with laughter.

“That’s because we’re good at it.” Erestor called back, grinning to himself.

Spotting what it was that had shattered during their love play, a wide grin split across his face, and he rose - on shaky legs - from the bed, and knelt down to pick up the broken glass. It was the small glass vial that had been on their nightstand, the one that had contained an oil Glorfindel had used to get him worked up into a complete wanton state a few hours prior.

He grinned naughtily to himself, and glancing to the bathroom, where Glorfindel was just wiping himself down, he then quickly stood, and retrieved a small box from the wardrobe.

Lifting the lid, he took a handkerchief, and wrapped the glass shards inside, before placing them amongst his other favourable memories. He was closing the lid, when something caught his eye, something he had not seen in what must have been a year. It was his butterfly hair clasp, the one that had broken the morning when… his cheeks flushed at the memory.

“That was a rather good morning, wasn’t it,” was the husky voice that spoke from the crouched figure behind him.

Erestor leaned back into the arms that now encircled him, and smiled softly. “I thought I lost it in the move.”

“No,” came the soft reply, and he sighed to feel his damp hair pulled back away from his warm neck and brow, “I was going to fix it for you, like promised. But thought it deserved a place in here instead.”

“What… you mean next to the cork?” Erestor teased, and laughed allowed when hearing the warrior groan and touch his brow to the advisor’s shoulder.

“Oh come,” Erestor crooned, “shh, I play,” he chuckled, turning, pushing Glorfindel onto his back, and laying atop of him. He hummed happily, brushing the warrior’s blond locks back, so as to look down into his perfectly serene blue eyes.

“Gods, I love you so much it’s disgusting,”

Glorfindel grinned, “tell me about it.”

“Come here,” Erestor husked, and kissed him.

These two would never stop kissing.

The End.