The Wedding Night

Title: The Wedding Night.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Rating: R.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A somewhat arranged wedding, and their first awkward night together.
Notes: AU, Un-beta’d. I’m completely all over the shop at the minute, so if it reflects in my writing then… well alright.

Another old one that didn't make it.

The wedding night.


“It’s nice,” Erestor spoke timidly, it seemed the right thing to say, though he worried as this elf, his new husband, did not so much as look his way.

“I am glad you think so,” replied the elf who’s broad back was turned, facing away from his young and nervous spouse.

“It’s ahm.. It’s so big,” he clasped his hands before him, with a smile he hoped that was sure and unwavering. He was relieved when finally Glorfindel turned to face him, and saw that the blond now held two goblets of wine.

“Oh, oh thank you,” he spoke quietly, taking the wine offered and took one tentative sip.

There was an awkward moment of silence, as the two stood there in the middle of what appeared to be a rather large pallor. He watched, holding the large goblet with both hands to his chest, as Glorfindel, with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat, set his own flagon down and shrugged off his ceremonial tunic.

“Perhaps you would like a tour?” He said with an unreadable smile, shrugging slightly.

“Oh yes, yes that would be lovely.”

“Ahm, alright,” the warrior spoke quietly, his hands gently tapping the sides of his thighs, “follow me,” he said, tilting his head.

Erestor followed, and grew more intimidated with each new room shown to him. All twenty three of them. He pulled at his robe, darting a quick look to the preoccupied warrior as he pulled free where the ridiculously long hem of his robe had snagged.

“And this,” the warrior turned to face him, frowning slightly as Erestor quickly darted his head up and flattening the front of his white robe, “this,” he continued, “is my bedroom.”

“O-oh,” Erestor nodded, and took only one step through the doorway, “looks comfortable,” was all he could manage, as a nervous knot formed in the pit of his stomach. However, before he could say much more, the warrior brushed past him rather quickly, and walked the short distance across the hall.

“And this is the last room, I’m sure you’ll be glad to hear,” he spoke with an attempt at humour.

Forgetting his stint of panic, he followed the warrior through yet another doorway, and gasped when seeing the décor, so very different from the rest of the house.

“Is this your library?” He asked, and before giving Glorfindel a chance to response he turned to him with a genuine and unafraid smile, “you have a library, oh how wonderful!”

Quickly he scanned the many shelves, running a finger along the spines of the dozens upon dozens of manuscripts and tomes. “I have such a passion for lore and literature, oh this is just…I‘m so glad.” And when turning back to his spouse, he noted a certain look of pride upon the warrior’s fair face, a careful delight.

“I suppose it could be called a library of sorts,” he laughed slightly, but then scratching the side of his cheek with a single digit, he motioned towards a turning in the room that had thus far gone unnoticed, and guided Erestor through to what appeared to be another bedroom.

“Oh, oh it isn’t a library then.”

“Nay, though I’m glad you like your rooms, I ahm..” he walked back to the shelved room, and once again ran a proud hand along the smooth glazed wood . “.. I built these, for you. As a - wedding gift, I suppose.” He finished with a small smile and a rather modest shrug.

“My rooms,” Erestor repeated, ever so quietly, looking now to the shelves with less enthusiasm.

“Indeed, and you can change anything of course, I have a carpenter and a seamstress coming in the morning, they will make a note of your every desire and accommodate you in any way.”

The warrior frowned, the young elf’s enthusiasm that had so pleased him a moment ago, seemed to now be lost. “And.. the sitting room and pallor, anything you do not like, feel free to…” he looked on hopelessly as the dark beauty before him seemed to only appear more deflated with his every word. “What is wrong?” He asked quietly, feeling rather foolish as his hand once again sought out the dark wood of the shelves he had crafted. “I thought you liked them?”

“Oh they are lovely,” Erestor quickly replied, though could not quite bring himself to smile in delight as he had before. “It’s just…” he touched the back of his fingers to the side of his neck, “.. well, these are my rooms, my bedroom,”

“Yes,” Glorfindel replied.

“And, um..” he gestured to the chamber door, and across the hall, “..those are your rooms, your bedroom.”

“That is correct,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “yes.”

Erestor nodded, and silence fell upon them once more.

“Well,” Glorfindel spoke, “it’s been a long day, perhaps you would like to retire, I know I myself am quite tired.”

“Alright,” Erestor whispered.

“Ahm.. I’ll see you at breakfast then.” Glorfindel made to leave, but just as he was to close the door behind him, he suddenly turned, only just remembering something, and thankfully so. He spoke with an eagerness, an eagerness to please or make the young elf smile again as he had before. “I almost forgot..”

“Oh?”

“Yes um, the rest of your items or possessions and whatnots, they will also be arriving tomorrow, I invited your father to assist your move as well..”

Erestor nodded, “it was most kind of you to gift him with that fine mare and carriage, my Lord.”

“Well, I noticed how close the two of you are, ‘twas the same with my father and I. I hope you know that…” he looked earnestly to the darkling elf, “that you may visit him whenever you wish, and equally he may stay a time with us, there is plenty of room… he is a fine elf.”

“You are most generous.”

Glorfindel smiled gently, and again made to leave before once more, turning back. “Oh I .. I will have to introduce you to Fallon also, he lives with us. You may of noticed but I do not have a staff of any sorts. I do not much care for being waited on.”

“Oh?” Erestor was admittedly, slightly surprised by this.

“Nay I, I pick up after myself, and I’m a mighty fine cook,” he smiled. “Perhaps I can make you breakfast? I make a wonderful strawberry tart…”

Erestor smiled gently, “and Fallon?”

“Oh yes,” the warrior seemed to flush suddenly at allowing himself to get so side tracked, “he is the closest thing you will find to help in this house, although he is more of an old friend of the family really. I’ll introduce the two of you, he abides on the floor bellow, and helps keep my papers and such in order. I’m sure you will get along just fine, he is a kindly elf, he will see that you are comfortable here.”

“I look forward to meting him.”

“Yes, well, good night then.”

And for the third time Glorfindel made to leave, but was paused by this time, the lost looking elf standing in the middle of the large room.

“Glorfindel?”

“Yes?”

“I am sorry, I did not get you a wedding gift.”

Glorfindel smiled gently and shrugged, “Your company each day will be a gift in itself I am sure. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The door closed, and Erestor looked about him sadly. He walked to the bedroom, dragging his robe behind him, and sat himself lightly upon the edge of the mattress. Taking in his surroundings, he swallowed hard, and whispered to himself.

“I want to go home.”

***

“Glorfindel, what can I do for you at so late an hour?” Fallon asked, blinking sleepily after having opened his chamber doors to a rather worried looking young Lord. “Shouldn’t you be ah..” he grinned, and looked briefly up to the ceiling, his meaning clear.

“Fallon, I just wanted to ...” the warrior stood there, rubbing his chin worriedly before the bemused attendant. “I wanted to run a few ideas past you.”

Fallon blinked, once, twice. “And this could not of waited until day light?”

“No.”

“Very well,” he leaned upon the door frame, crossing his arms as he indulged the obviously troubled elf.

“Well, I was thinking we could rebuild the old stables, Erestor loves to ride you see, that’s what his father tells me. And I know Asfaloth is used to running free in the back field, but I thought that if we were to acquire a few more steeds, Erestor and myself could perhaps go riding?”

Fallon could not help but grin as the elf he had once carried on his shoulders stood before him, biting his thumb nail. He nodded, and allowed the confused young Lord to continue.

“And ah.. He likes fishing too, apparently, so I could get us some rods…” he mumbled more to himself than to the elf before him, and then suddenly, he clasped his hands together as another thought emerged. “Music!”

“Music?”

“Yes, he likes music, or so his fath-”

“-or so his father says,” Fallon finished.

“Yes, perhaps you could help me fish out my old harp from the attics? It’s up there somethwhere, it should only need a good clean, I could play for him and…”

“Glorfindel!” Fallon interrupted, effectively shutting up the babbling elf before him. He shook his head, and smiled gently. “Glorfindel, what are you doing?”

“Wh-, I’m trying to make arrangements for..”

“No, no.” Fallon shook his head, “what are you doing here? Now? On your wedding-night.”

Glorfindel did not answer, and when no words came, he instead dropped his gaze to the floor with a shake of his head and a deep sigh. He did not look up as a reassuring hand squeezed his shoulder, and Fallon’s slippered feet came into view.

“Fallon,” he said gravely, and looked up into the blue gaze of his old companion, “I don’t think he likes it here.”

“But - it’s only been one night, not even that.”

“I know, but I could sense it, he just looked so sad. He didn’t even like my gift all that much.”

Fallon groaned, leaning his brow against the wooden frame before regarding Glorfindel with a look of amused frustration. “You made him stay in those rooms?”

“I did take him to my bedroom,” Glorfindel was quick to defend himself, “and you should of seen him, he said not two words and turned utterly pale.”

The elder elf shrugged, “well that’s to be expected, he is young Glorfindel, very young. Surely you realise that he could never of….”

“I realise that. Which is precisely why I didn’t want him to feel pressured, and why I gave him the option of his own space.”

“Then perhaps it is that that has him so…” he stopped right there, and sighed, “wait there.” He disappeared back into his own rooms, Glorfindel waited patiently, and when next the elf appeared, he did not wear the sleeping robe he had when having answered the impatient tapping at his door, but rather, wore old leggings and a loose shirt.

“You,” he said as he continued to fasten his shirt, “are going back to bed, and I will see that our young elf is alright and settled.”

Glorfindel took a step back as Fallon closed the door behind him, and nodded his thanks. “Alright, perhaps.. Perhaps it will be better in the morning?”

“Yes, it will. Go off to bed now.” He said with an affectionate squeeze to the blond’s shoulder.

***

Erestor grumbled as he tried to reach for the fastenings at the back of his robe with no success. He felt tears of frustration spring in the corners of his eyes, and flinging his arms down at his sides, he sat heavily upon the side of the bed and resigned himself to sleeping in the damn ridiculous robe. He looked up, surprised, when hearing a knock at the chamber doors. He rushed from the bedroom and answered the door, hoping to see his Lord.

“Good eve my young Lord,” Fallon greeted, bowing his head ever so slightly. “I am sorry to disturb you so late at night, but I wondered if there was anything I could do for you before you retire? Are you perhaps hungry? Thirsty? Or perhaps….” he let himself in, smiling gently as the confused elf stepped back as he stepped forwards, “..perhaps you would just like someone to talk to..?”

“Ahm..”

“Oh!” His eyes went wide, and he laughed at himself, “I am Fallon, forgive me for not introducing myself first.”

“Oh Fallon, yes, Glorfindel mentioned you, ‘tis a pleasure to meet you.” He said with a returned dip of the head.

Fallon contemplated reminding the young elf that he was no longer needed to nod his head in respect to any other than royalty, but thought it a pleasing, if not modest and endearing quality.

“How are you settling in may I ask? I see that you have not yet retired yourself to bed, I am glad I did not walk you.”

“Oh,” Erestor spoke with clear annoyance as he looked down at the damned pearly white robe, “well actually I was, trying at least. I can’t seem to get the fastening, to this foolish, stupid…” he said in anger as again he reached behind him, but paused and flushed with embarrassment at how uncouth he had just sounded. “I.. I mean..”

Fallon laughed and silenced him with a wave of a hand. “You are going to settle in here just fine my young Lord.”

“Oh, Erestor, please. I don’t think I shall ever grow used to such a title as ‘Lord’.”

“I am sure you will.” He turned Erestor by the shoulders, and gently walked him back towards the bedroom. “If it will please you, I will help you undress, I shall find you something warm to wear also…” he trailed off as he left Erestor standing by the bed to riffle through the chest of draws.

When turning back to Erestor, he smiled softly and let the thin night shirt he had found lay upon the bed as again approached him, and gently turned him by those small, hunched shoulders.

“Let me get that for you.”

He lifted the dark braids, only wondering for a moment at their amazingly soft texture, and laid them over one shoulder. He unfastened those first few clasps with ease, and frowned as Erestor seemed to shrink away as he attempted to pull the fine fabric down and over his shoulders.

“I ahm..” Erestor stuttered, pulling away from the hands that attempted to undress him.

“Oh there is no need to be coy my Lord, I mean only to aid you.” And again he reached to assist undressing the young elf, but was left surprised as the darkling pulled away yet again.

“Thank you but I.. I can do that,”

Fallon allowed him to pull away, but noted how he made no effort to continue undressing - in front of him that was. He smiled softly, if not understandingly.

“You’ve never been undressed by another, have you.” He spoke gently.

Erestor did not flush, did not recoil, but merely nodded his head sadly, and slowly seated himself. “I had thought that my Lord would… it seems I entered this marriage with ideas completely different from his own.”

Fallon approached the bed, and hesitating for only a moment, gently brushed back a stray black lock of hair. And in that moment, he found himself utterly reminded of Glorfindel as a youth. He smiled as Erestor did not shy away, and thought that yes, he would grow to care for his Lord’s spouse, and the households new, welcomed addition, very much.

“I do not think that is so.” He said most tenderly, and then reaching across the bed, handed Erestor the night shirt he had laid down moments before.

“I will give you some privacy.” He said, handing Erestor the thin white shirt. “I’ll be in the other room.”

Fallon entered the adjoined room, the room where Glorfindel had spent so much of his time within the past few weeks. It was a nice gesture, he thought. Glorfindel building this for him, and it was just a shame that the poor thing was so nervous and afraid that he could not enjoy the gift Glorfindel had toiled so long over.

“You shall be such a welcomed addition here Erestor,” he called from the other room, choosing to forgo the title as the darkling had so asked. “You know, this house, it used to be such a lively one. I know there is only myself and Glorfindel here now but…” he scanned the book spines absently as he spoke, “..but there was a time where there would be an elf to each room. Many attendants and a constant stream of merry visitors.”

“So..” came the muffled reply from the adjoined sleeping chamber, “what happened?” Erestor asked, pulling his robe over his head and breathing deeply in relief to be free of the troublesome garment. “Why is it only.. if it is any of my business that is..” Erestor quickly added, wincing and chastising himself over his informal conduct.

“Why is it only Glorfindel and I?” Fallon called with a grin, it seemed their talk was having the desired affect of claming the young elf. “Well, after his father died,” his voice took on a solemn quality, “one of the finest elves there ever was,” he cleared his throat and began again, “after his father passed, his mother, such a kind and loving woman… with her heartache, she joined him not soon after..”

“How awful.” Erestor spoke sadly.

Fallon turned to where Erestor had joined him in the small archive, and was taken aback at how young the darkling really did appear. He knew him past his majority, otherwise the marriage would not have taken place, but still. The shirt he had given him came to just bellow his knees, the sleeves past the tips of his fingers and the neck teetering on the edges of his shoulders. He felt suddenly over come, with a gentle affection.

“That is so sad,”

And Fallon could see too, that his talk had touched the young one. Something he found most important.

“Yes, and taking on the title of Lord of this house, at such a young age…”

“How old is he?” Erestor asked, tilting his head to the side as he delicately folded his arms before him. “I actually have no idea,” he smiled.

“He is now old enough to now have such a title,” he smiled, and moved behind Erestor to help remove the long and ceremonial, intricate braids. “He is far older than yourself, yet not….‘old’, if that makes sense.”

Erestor nodded, and smiled as Fallon came to stand before him, gently fanning out his now wavy hair to frame his comely face.

“Well aren’t you a beauty,” he whispered, somewhat accidentally.

He was dismayed however, and greatly so, when dark eyes suddenly sparkled ominously. He bit into his lower lip as they turned downwards, and turned quickly away as a shuddering breath escaped.

“My young Lord! Have a said something to offend?”

“Oh no, no,” Erestor shook his head, trying his utmost best to keep from crying in front of his new companion.

“Erestor,” he spoke softly, gently turning him by his shaking shoulders to face him. “Then what…?”

“I…it just seems that you are the only one who thinks so,”

“What?” Fallon laughed, and quickly swallowed his amusement at Erestor’s helpless expression. “Now what is this?” He asked again, more seriously.

Erestor swallowed, and pointed to the door, and clearly to across the hall to where Glorfindel’s rooms lay. “He.. He doesn’t want to be near me,” he said sadly, tears escaping his dark eyes. “I wish my father was here.” He whispered.

Fallon’s brows drew together sadly, and he smiled softly as he gently cupped Erestor’s neck and the sides of his face. “Oh no, no you foolish young man,” he laughed softly, and sighed as Erestor’s gaze looked to him intently, pleadingly.

“Erestor,” he said seriously, now firmly holding the slighter elf by the shoulders, “do you know, why it is Glorfindel sought out a mate?”

He looked on sadly and shook his head no.

“He is lonely,” he shrugged, and boldly, he gently caressed a pale, damp cheek. “It was my suggestion, that he find someone to keep him company, besides myself that is. He sent away all staff when he parents left him, and took to keeping to himself. Erestor….” he spoke softly, “.. he needs to feel loved again, he needs to love someone else. You.”

“Wh- then why am I here, in these rooms, rather than his bed?” His eyes widened suddenly, and he flushed alarmingly. “I - I do not mean to sound wanton! It is only that… well, I had been prepared for something else. Fallon…” he looked pleadingly to the elf he had so quickly and naturally come to trust, “I am so new to all this… my father and I had a talk, a rather awkward talk, I can tell you,” and he smiled despite himself when Fallon chuckled. “I had prepared myself for the what it is to be a husband..” he finished with a shrug. “I’m so confused.”

“There is more to being a husband than the antics to be had in the bedroom, I assure you.”

“Oh dear,” he whimpered, and Fallon laughed.

“Mostly Erestor, he seeks companionship. Though do not doubt that he desires you.” He spoke with a pointed look. “He chose you, after all. Out of all else, he chose you, and believe me,” he leaned forwards with a grin, as if to speak conspiringly, “he does desire you Erestor, when you excepted his proposal, after he had yours and your fathers permission, it was as if he walked upon a cloud. He just…” It was now he, who looked imploringly to Erestor, begging him to be patient with the one he loved as a son, “..he needs time, he is gentlemanly Erestor, to an obscene degree, but please do give him a chance.”

Erestor nodded, and then sniffed, “yes, yes alright.”

“Good,” he stepped back, once again gaining an air of friendly professionalism, “and now I shall take my leave of you, unless there is anything I can get you?”

“No, no I am fine…now,” he said with a small, thankful smile.

“Very well, then a good night to you Erestor, and remember, do not doubt yourself. Be yourself, and use your instincts. All will be well.” He winked, and then left.

Erestor stood in the middle of that room, the room that had been built for him, and turned back to the sleeping chamber. He paused however, and looked thoughtfully to his chamber doors, and beyond.

***

Glorfindel turned restlessly in his light slumber, he had gone to bed that night, disappointed, and worried. Now he tossed and turned, unable to find rest. So when feeling another’s presence so suddenly beside him, feeling a strangers hand slide over his chest, it was no wonder that he struck out, startled from his slumber.

Hearing a small cry of shock and pain, Glorfindel blinked into the dark and quickly reached for the lowly lit lantern. With now a brighter light, he gasped to see Erestor sitting back on his heels at the edge of his bed, hand pressed to cheek and with dark eyes shocked and afraid.

“I-I’m sorry for being so brazen,” he stuttered before stumbling to his feet.

“Erestor!” He cried, and darted out a hand as he sat up, pulling Erestor back to the bed. “Oh Erestor I - I’m so sorry I never meant to.. I was asleep, you startled me,”

“You were asleep?” Erestor asked, daring to allow Glorfindel pull his hand away from his reddened cheek. “I thought you awake, you were turning and..”

“It was not a restful sleep,” he spoke softly, hating himself as he examined the soft and tender cheek that would no doubt be bruised come morning. “Oh,” he sighed sadly, “just look at what I did to you,” he stroked the cheek with such a tender affection, that despite his previous fright, Erestor smiled, now unafraid.

“That will teach me to ‘use my instincts’ and try to seduce one who is still asleep,” he chuckled nervously.

Glorfindel smiled, still caressing the soft cheek beneath his palm, but then paused, as Erestor‘s words made sense, “seduce?”

Erestor touched the hand that held his cheek, and hesitantly kneeled closer to his new husband who knelt upon the bed next to him.

“’Tis our wedding night, my Lord.”

“Please,” Glorfindel whispered, “call me Glorfindel.”

“It is our wedding night, Glorfindel,” he spoke again, and feeling braver he moved closer still, so that his knee brushed between the warrior’s thighs. “I don’t want to be alone in this big house, not when I can be with you,” he whispered.

“Are..” he licked his lips, “are you sure, I can wait.. Until you are ready or..”

“I am ready,” and his smile was beaming.

They leaned forwards slowly, and when their lips met, it was with less formality as was their first, chaste kiss upon the altar. Erestor found himself gasping in surprise, whimpering in delight as strong hands gently massaged his scalp, soft lips tenderly plundering and claiming. The kiss broke, and both panted, hot breath brushing across each others lips.

“Lay back,” Glorfindel whispered, and pushed Erestor gently onto his back.

Erestor swallowed hard, and despite his arousal, felt the knot in his stomach return. Glorfindel lay over him, between his legs, but supporting his own weight. He watched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as one large hand, callused and warm, gently touched his bent knee.

He felt himself begin to tremble as that hand edged upwards, the night shirt slipping down puddle at his waist, only just covering his most private of parts. His trembling became more profound, and his previous excitement wavered between want, and fear. He could see the intense look of passion and predatory hunger on Glorfindel’s face, and as his hand slid slowly higher, down the sides and back of his thigh, he found his mouth had gone completely dry.

“Arch your back,” cam the gruff not so much command, but request.

Arching his back he gasped as his night shirt was suddenly, in one swift move, bunched up, past his pectorals and around his neck. He closed his eyes tightly, the fear beginning to outweigh the passion, and bit his lip at the feel or large hands racking over his bare abdomen.

He could not see Glorfindel, but he could feel him, his body weighing heavily atop of his own, and his lips brushing against his flat belly, up towards his peeked nipples. He cried out as an erect nub was suddenly sucked, laved by a soft tongue. But his cry was not one of utter passion, but a mixture of surprise, confusion and obvious fright.

He opened his eyes when he could no longer feel Glorfindel’s touch, and was surprised to be looking up into saddened blue eyes. Glorfindel leaned above him, looking slightly hurt, but also ashamed.

“Glorfindel?” He asked worriedly.

“I - I can’t do this,” he whispered, and suddenly his weight was off of him, and shifted to the side of the mattress. And it was strange, that that weight had scared him so only a moment before, but now that it was gone, he found himself sorely missing it.

“Wh-..” Erestor raised himself up on his elbows, and looking down at himself so bared, he flushed, and slowly covered himself. “Why did you stop.”

The warrior sighed, “Erestor,” and shook his head.

“Oh,” he breathed, after a while, “oh, am I not…? I ‘m not to your liking, ” he spoke, embarrassed and with a painful lump in his throat as he sat up.

“No!” Glorfindel suddenly turned, “no that is not it at all.. You are very much to my liking, I want you… want you a lot Erestor…”

“Well then why…?”

“Erestor you are afraid of me, and after tonight,” he looked to the reddened cheek, “I do not blame you.”

“Oh no! No I am not, oh honestly I am not,” he pleaded. “Please Glorfindel, can we just try again?”

Glorfindel looked doubtingly to him, and he asked again.

“Please?” Erestor sighed, and shifted closer, “I do not fear you, honestly I do not,” he implored, and he flushed as he spoke next. “It is, more the act itself that.. that unnerves me so

“Erestor, you are so young, it is to be expected.” Glorfindel spoke softly, understandingly.

“I am old enough,” he argued, and still the warrior seemed doubtful.

Hesitantly, he shifted closer, and boldly pressed his hands palm down against the warrior’s bare chest, and leaning forwards, brushed their lips together.

“Please?” He whispered, “I’m just a little jumpy,” he spoke with a slightly embarrassed laugh, but it seemed to of worked.

“Alright, will you.. will you let me prepare you?”

“Prepare me,” Erestor repeated in a whisper, “prepare me,” he said again, and nodded, “yes.”

Glorfindel regarded his carefully for a moment, as if searching for something within Erestor‘s dark gaze, “Lay down then.”

Erestor lay down, and breathing deeply to calm himself, he raised his hips obediently as a pillow was placed beneath them. He watched as Glorfindel reached to retrieve something beneath his pillow, and resisting the rising urge to whimper at the sight of it. Glorfindel watched his every action closely, and so he smiled - albeit shakily, and this seemed to convince the warrior of his willingness.

The night shirt was eased up to his waist again, and he watched as Glorfindel shifted his weight on his knees. He spread his legs apart when gently coaxed to, and flushed at what such a sexual display and thing it was to do.

He knew that a small part of him had lied to Glorfindel, but he chose to ignore the fear, that was now slowly, being diminished by his arousal. He did not know why, but spread open like this, with his knees back and to the sides, with his hips thrust up on a pillow, his opening visible to the warrior’s lustful gaze, all this, made him feel unbearabley wanton.

And yet he flinched, at the first touch of a slick digit to his opening.

“Sorry,” he panted, and let his thighs that had closed upon instinct, fall back open.

“There is no need to apologise… my husband.”

So simple and yes, true words, gave him such pleasure, that he was able to smile genuinely at the one kneeling between his legs.

He watched as Glorfindel’s head, with an encouraging smile, disappeared from his view. He frowned, but then gasped aloud when feeling a wet lick to the head of his arousal.

“Oh my!” He gasped, and he felt the lips against his arousal turn into a lopsided grin.

Nothing but small gasps and mewls left his lips, that was until, a digit, ever so gently, eased it’s way into his passage. He stilled, and the soft lips left his length so that dark blue eyes could watch him carefully.

“Alright?” He asked huskily.

Erestor simply nodded his head, not trusting his voice to come out steady. He felt the digit retract, and felt ashamedly relieved by it, that was until it returned, moist and slippery with a second finger.

The familiar panic began to rise within him once again, and he fought to stay calm. He could not contain his whimper however, and the digits did still, for a moment only, before trying forwards again, only to reach as far as half way before to Erestor’s dismay, his body reacted before his mind could. His hand darted out, and held the warrior’s wrist, and fingers at bay.

“It hurts,” he whimpered. And when opening his eyes - not realising that they had closed, he could see that Glorfindel had done so likewise, but with a look for frustration upon his face.

It was that look that made him crumble, and feel so very ashamed.

“Please do not be mad,” he pleaded in a sad voice. “I never meant to lead you on so..”

Glorfindel’s eyes snapped open, and suddenly he felt furious at himself for allowing Erestor to see him, in a moment when he had simply needed to attempt to reign in his own feelings and such. He felt further angered as Erestor’s face contorted with misery, and he lay down, curled up on his side, trying to hide his face amongst the pillows, sobs shaking the small elf‘s frame.

“I’m so sorry,” was chocked out, muffled against the pillows.

Glorfindel felt something within his chest shatter, and with a stinging in his own eyes, he leaned over Erestor and gently attempted to pry his hands away that covered his reddened face.

“Oh Erestor,” he spoke shakily, “sweet Erestor, I am not mad,” he spoke tenderly, “and you did not lead me on.”

Erestor tried to turn his face away still, but finally allowed the warrior to roll him over, onto his back so as to looking up into the warrior’s own watery gaze.

“I’m so sorry,” he spoke with a shuddering breath, “you must so regret marrying me, I am acting like a child!”

“Erestor,” the warrior spoke firmly, “I will not hear you say such things. I do not regret it - could never regret it.”

“But what sort of a husband will I make, I - I can not even fulfil my marital duties!”

“Duties..? Oh what nonsense is this now?” He tried to laugh softly, his expression still of a soft and gentle nature.

“I heard the woman in the court say as much… I have marital duties to fulfil and..”

“Oh what absolute muck Erestor!” He exclaimed, and even laughed gently at the darkling’s surprise. “What foolish creatures women can be, perhaps now you see why I chose a male as my partner..”

Erestor looked up at the warrior, no longer crying, but unsure and nervous still. “I don’t quite...”

“Erestor, my sweet Erestor,” he spoke as he wiped dry those damp cheeks, “I promise you, are you listening to me now?” He spoke seriously, yet with the most tender of countenances, “I promise, that nothing has to happen, absolutely nothing, not until you are ready.”

“Glorfindel,” Erestor spoke doubtfully, turning his head to the side, as if to believe that such a thing was not normal.

“No, look at me,” he turned the small chin once more, and gently, chastely, kissed those pouting red lips, “I promise, not until you are ready.”

For a moment it looked as if Erestor may weep once more, but a small smile touched his lips and, almost coyly, Erestor reached, and gifted his spouse with a soft and sweet kiss of his own.

“Thank you. I do not deserve such kindness,” he whispered, “I don’t deserve a husband such as you.”

Glorfindel smiled, and, for the first time perhaps, felt a certain comfortable air around his new husband, all nerves and such aside. “Erestor, I barely know you, and you I, but you really can speak some nonsense sometimes.” And he smiled at hearing Erestor laugh, and laid himself down comfortably against Erestor, their sides touching, and hands gently stroking and caressing in an innocent nature. Though, he frowned as Erestor seemed to grow pensive once more.

“What is it?” He asked, “come on, we need to be completely honest with each other if we are to live as one.”

“I have um,” he trailed off, and blushed as an embarrassed grin touched his lips. “I have left you in quite a state,” he whispered, his flush deepening as he looked down to the rather large and obvious erection beneath the warrior’s sleeping trousers.

“Well,” Glorfindel spoke quietly, and seemed to take care with choosing his next words, “there are… other things, we can do.” He spoke, and he would of sounded timid, were it not for his arousal that had not abated.

“There are?” Erestor whispered, and did not object as a large hand snuck beneath his night shirt to softly caress his hip.

“Would you let me show you?”

Erestor paused only a moment, and then nodded in agreement. He watched Glorfindel’s every move, and appreciated how slow and careful they were. He watched, with blue eyes never leaving his face, as Glorfindel shrugged down his sleeping pants, to reveal a most intimidating girth and length. When the muscular warrior, so flawless and hardened, reached out for the hem of his night shirt, he simply nodded his head at the questioning glance, and lifted his arms as it was lifted above and over his head.

He swallowed nervously as Glorfindel’s gaze raked unashamedly over his naked body, and laid back and onto his side when Glorfindel urged for him to do so. He watched unsurely, as Glorfindel aligned himself, or rather their lengths together. And he gasped when both were grasped in the warrior’s firm hand.

“Is this alright?” He asked gruffly, as his hand began to slide up and down their shafts, the friction being an absolutely new and tantalizing delight for Erestor.

“Ugh..” was his only reply, as his mouth fell open, his eyes closed, as his hips began to move along in the motion. When next he opened his eyes, it was to Glorfindel’s proud and feral grin.

“I..I like this,” he panted.

“Oh good, would you…” Glorfindel closed his eyes and swallowed, as if reigning in his passion. “Would you be alright with me on top of you?” He whispered in an arousing, deep voice.

“On top?” Erestor questioned, his hips still moving and his breaths coming in short pants. “Show me,” he gasped.

Groaning, Glorfindel slowly rolled atop of him, and spreading Erestor’s legs, he felt Erestor tense, and was quick to reassure him. “Not that Erestor, just let me show you..”

Erestor nodded, and watched with an astonishment that Glorfindel found rather sweet, as the warrior hooked his arms beneath the darkling’s knees, and spread him as far as he could. He aligned their groins together, and then slowly eased his weight down.

Slowly at first, he began to rock, and Erestor called out in surprise, in unsure and untried pleasure, as Glorfindel’s heavy bulk, pushed his hot, pulsating groin against his own. Their lengths rubbed together, hard. They would slide and lose contact of course, but with such a bulk over him, Erestor could only moan at the constant pressure and friction against his cock.

But it was more than that, it was how Glorfindel had him, spread open, submissive, it was unbearably arousing and without any fear or pain. It was perfect.

“See,” Glorfindel husked, his body moving above him, rocking against him, “it only looks like it, but I can’t hurt you.”

“Oh… ugh,” were among the few incoherent sound to leave his lips as Glorfindel ground his cock into Erestor’s pelvis. “Harder,” he whispered, so quietly that Glorfindel could not be sure as to whether he heard such a plea.

“What’s that?” He asked gruffly, and he smiled in delight as Erestor whimpered.

“Please more…harder,” he moaned.

Glorfindel ground Erestor’s pelvis into the mattress, and both groaned. To all else it would appear that Glorfindel was riding the smaller elf down into the mattress, taking him with abandon. And even though there was no intercourse per-say, it was most definitely of the most intimate and sexual of natures.

“I... Oh Glorfindel it’s.. so nice.. You’re so nice…”

Glorfindel’s lips, which were presently pressed against the soft saltiness of Erestor’s neck, curved up into a smile. “And you …” he spoke breathlessly, “are my beautiful husband.”

Erestor smiled so, but gasped when a particular hard thrust caused the rolling heat in his groin to mount perilously.

“Oh… OH! Glor I.. I’m ..”

Glorfindel lifted himself suddenly, hands pressing hard into the mattress either side of Erestor’s shoulders as he looked down upon him. He thrust harder than Erestor thought even possible, his hips moving widely, so fast, the friction burning and so wet.

Erestor’s mouth fell open in absolute ecstasy as he watched Glorfindel move so passionately above him, and with eyes wide and shocked, he arched suddenly, and in the most sultry of ways, moaned the warrior’s name as he came, hard.

He collapsed back amongst the strewn sheets, panting and incapable of speech. Glorfindel had stilled his movements, and when Erestor finally opened his eyes, he leaned down to steal a passionate kiss. Erestor returned it with all he could at that moment, and smiled lazily into the kiss. He gasped however, when Glorfindel’s hips pressed into his own, letting him feel his still rock hard cock. The warrior’s head pressed once more into the crook of his neck, and he felt Glorfindel’s hot breath as he whispered huskily to him.

“Please.”

“What,” he licked his lips, still trying to catch his breath, “what do I do?”

Glorfindel pulled back, looking him in the eye, and Erestor thought he had never seen anything so beautiful, wild and stunning as Glorfindel in that moment.

He allowed Glorfindel to take his hand, and guide it to the warrior’s impressive erection. When feeling the hard heat against his palm, he needed no guidance, and set to a quick rhythm of up and down, squeezing, just as he knew the blond would need.

He took pride in making the warrior groan so, in seeing him rotate his hips into his grip. He stroked faster, his grip almost painful, and loved every second of it. Finally, Glorfindel erupted. He bellowed Erestor’s name, and hot white seed splashed out onto Erestor’s stomach and chest.

Glorfindel panted, looking down at Erestor, his arms shaking as they continued to hold upright. And with an almost dazed look, he let one large, trembling hand, touch Erestor’s stomach, and spread his seed over the young elf’s chest with fascination. Erestor watched, equally enthralled, and gasped when Glorfindel dipped his head, to lick, here and there, kissing his left nipple, and then his right.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor spoke, with such a reverence, that Glorfindel raised his head, and pressed their lips together.

Erestor gasped, and then moaned at the unique taste - melting into the kiss. When Glorfindel pulled away , he wondered at the hesitating look the warrior gave him. And so he smiled in such surprise, so gently and adoringly, as Glorfindel then lowered his head to the darkling’s chest, and curled himself around his smaller elf’s frame.

He kissed the top of the blond’s head, and stroked his sweat covered back. They were hot, and they were very sticky, but he would not move for the world. And they drifted off to sleep that way.

***

Erestor awoke with a deep sigh when feeling something damp against his face. His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw, was kind blue eyes.

“Mmm,” he murmured, “morning.”

“Morning.”

Glorfindel laughed as Erestor’s head lifted from the pillow to look from behind him to where the warrior kneeling before at the side of the bed with some small amount of confusion.

“What are you doing out of bed?” He asked, almost annoyed.

“Ah, well,” Glorfindel spoke, dipping the cloth he held into a small basin upon the floor and then wringing it out. “I didn’t wish to wake you, but we were in quite a state when I awoke.”

Erestor could only watch, somewhat moved, as Glorfindel peeled back the covers and then gently wiped the damp cloth over his chest.

“Oh,” he grinned and then flushed, realising what it was Glorfindel was wiping away.

“Ai,” Glorfindel chuckled softly, “you need not blush, as pretty as it is, ‘tis not your mess but mine.”

Erestor laughed, and then stilling the warrior’s hand, whispered ‘come here’ and engaged the warrior in a most lazy and sweet kiss. “Last night you made everything better, it was my perfect wedding night,” he whispered, gently caressing the side of blond’s face, “thank you for that.”

Glorfindel could only nod, and smile. He seemed to become a little shy for a moment, and then set aside the basin and cloth when Erestor’s form was clean enough.

“I made you breakfast,” he said, lifting a tray, “sit against the pillows.”

Delighted, Erestor did so and smiled in utter delight when a tray was placed over his lap, and Glorfindel sat himself upon the side of the bed.

“Am I to expect such fine treatment every morn?”

“If I can help it,” Glorfindel spoke, reaching out to tuck a tussled strand of hair behind one perfectly pointed ear.

Erestor smiled at the affectionate gesture, and lifting the tray, moved aside. “Come, sit next to me and we’ll share.”

Grinning, Glorfindel sat beside Erestor, leaning against the pillows. He moved one arm over Erestor’s head, and sighed happily as Erestor leaned gladly into his side. He closed his eyes, and nuzzled his nose into the softness of Erestor’s adorably tangled hair, inhaling his scent. His attention was drawn downwards however when hearing his husband groan.

“Dear gods.. You actually made this?”

Glorfindel laughed, and nodded his head proudly, gladly dipping his head so that Erestor could pop a small piece of the tart into his mouth.

Erestor chewed happily, but glanced to Glorfindel when feeling his hand gently touch his cheek, and was confused at the sad expression upon his face.

“Glorfindel?” He asked softly, putting the tray aside.

“It bruised, where I… hit you.”

“Oh Glorfindel, you did not hit me, it was an accident.” He pulled him closer, “an accident,” he crooned gently, “please don’t feel guilty, please.”

Glorfindel nodded, and smiled gently, though Erestor knew it was simply for his sake. He allowed Glorfindel to pull away, and place the tray back over his lap.

“You eat, I ahm.. I pulled this out the attics this morning, or rather Fallon did.” He sat on the edge of the bed once more, with a small, and clearly old harp, now in his lap. It was obvious it had not seen day light in a while. “I thought I would play for you while you ate.”

Erestor beamed in surprise, “you play?”

“I did, a while back, I’m a little rusty I warn you.”

“Why has it been so long since last you played?”

A shadow of sadness seemed to cross Glorfindel’s fair face, but quickly faded. “I was… sad for a long time, Erestor, I did not feel the inclination to play.”

Having spoken with Fallon, whether Glorfindel knew it or not, Erestor knew then what it was the warrior spoke of without having to push for more. “And now?” He spoke softly.

“Now,” Glorfindel smiled, “now my life is divine.”

And with that he plucked the first few strings, humming, as he fiddled and tuned. Erestor ate… inhaled the rest of his tart, and lay back against the pillows, with a full belly and a full heart. When Glorfindel looked up, he smiled in question to the doting look upon Erestor’s face, and fell silent as Erestor reached for his hand, and clasped it in his own.

“Glorfindel,” he spoke softly, “I want you to know that, although we do not know each other well yet, I know that you will make me happy. And I will do everything I can, to make you feel the same way.”

***

“Good grief,” Fallon muttered, as he huffed, and hauled the furniture and boxes from the cart.

“Glorfindel,” he called, the warrior in question was presently speaking with Erestor’s father, and both looked up when hearing him. “I think you may need to build a few more cases - actually a new library for your husband.. Valar I have never known anyone to posses so many books!”

Both Glorfindel and Erestor’s father laughed, then Ellren, Erestor’s father, turned to Glorfindel with a look of surprise.

“You built him a library?”

“A wedding gift, aye.”

Ellren could only smile approvingly, and uncharacteristically, he reached out, and wrapped his arm around the warrior’s shoulders to give him a squeeze, before walking towards the cart without looking back.

It was hearing his son’s call, that made him turn, and smile brightly as his Erestor descended the steps leading up to the house, a beaming smile upon his face.

“Ada!”

“Erestor,” he chuckled, and gladly pulled his son into a fatherly embrace. “Mmm, only a day and I miss my boy already,” he said, kissing his son’s crown.

“Ada,” he laughed, pulling back to look into his fathers loving, reassuring face. His smile faded though, when seeing a look of thunder cross his fathers face, and his chin was sharply turned.

“How did you come across such a mark my son?”

“Oh that,” Erestor laughed.

“Did he…?” Ellren spoke in a low voice, looking sharply over his shoulder to Glorfindel who helped Fallon unload the cart the warrior had bought, and then back to his son. “Did he… right.” Ellren stepped back from their close embrace, and rolled up his sleeves in a rather obscene show of masculinity.

Erestor’s eyes widened, and quickly clutched at his fathers arms, holding his still. “Oh no Ada, no! I assure you it was not his fault…”

“Oh dear Valar, only one day you have been wed and already you are making excuses for him Erestor.” Ellren made to move away, a look a deathly intent in his eyes, but he was hauled back with surprising strength by his son. Glorfindel and Fallon continued to unload the cart, oblivious.

“No Ada! Oh Ada just let me explain,” when Ellren made to argue Erestor interrupted him again. “Ada, he was asleep, I startled him.. Ai gods it’s rather embarrassing really.” He chuckled.

Ellren seemed to cool down, and after glancing sharply over his shoulder once more, he then held his sons chin firmly between finger and thumb. “Truth?”

“Truth Ada, I swear to you. Oh Ada he has such a gentle heart, he could never do such a thing… purposefully. He was adorably remorseful.” Erestor laughed.

Ellren regarded his son a moment longer, and knowing his son to of never lied in the past, he allowed himself a small smile, before becoming quite serious once again. “Erestor,” he spoke quietly, and held his son gently by the elbows. “Ahm, was he…I need to know, was he good to you?” He asked uncomfortably.

Erestor flushed, and his father grinned, “come, please I will never ask you such an uncomfortable question again, I promise you, but just ease a worried father‘s nerves. Come now, was he good to you?”

“Ada,” Erestor spoke, smiling affectionately, “he was a prince. He was loving, understanding, and an absolute gentleman.” He laughed quietly as Ellren seemed to physically relax. “Ada,” he spoke quietly. “I am happy.”

They shared a quiet moment, where both seemed content. And just as Erestor was to say more, Glorfindel approached, with a large box hoisted under one arm. He said nothing, and looked rather shyly between father and son before, without saying a word, handed a small flower to Erestor. His fingers lingered as they brushed Erestor’s, and he gave the darkling a doting look, and then Ellren a small nod, before ascending the steps with box in tow.

Erestor twirled the stem between finger and thumb, and with a small laugh, brought it to his nose to smell.

“It sounds the strangest of all thing,” he said wistfully, “but I have the biggest crush on my husband.”


The End.