Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love
Author: Nightwolfe
Beta: Sinathos
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor, OMC/Glorfindel implied
Timeline: Beginning of the Third Age
Warnings: oocness, violence, implied dub-con
Summary: Erestor comes to Rivendell and falls for Glorfindel who already has a lover, a very possessive lover.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.


Awaking slowly Erestor blinked clearing sleep filled eyes, and looked around his quiet moonlit room before finally stilling on the slumbering form of his beautiful golden-haired mate. As he gently rubbed his hand over Glorfindel’s stomach careful not to wake him and admiring how the moonlight made his beloved glow and enhancing his beauty, his mind drifted to the past and how he first met and gained his lover.


1000 years ago.

Erestor pulled back on the reigns of his horse bringing it to as a stop as he pushed back the hood of his cloak and took a moment to rest and take a awed look at the magnificent sight of Rivendell spread out before him. Taking a calming breath Erestor, sent his horse forward and prepared himself to meet the Lord of Rivendell and to take up his new position of chief councilor.

Finally, reaching the courtyard Erestor dismounted and bowed low to Elrond. “My Lord, I am Erestor. I was sent here by the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood to give you aide and council since your former advisor so suddenly left for Valinor.”

Elrond smiled in welcome and responded “Well met Erestor, I look forwarded to your wise council and hope you will be happy here. But first I insist that you call me Elrond and I believe you know my lovely wife Celebrian.”

“My Lady.” Erestor murmured with a courtly bow.

“And here” Elrond added with a gesture of his hand “are Durion our weapons master and Glorfindel leader of Rivendell’s guards.”

Erestor looked over at Durion and nodded in greeting, slightly frowning at the cold cruel looking elf. But when he turned to look at the Legendary Reborn Elf Lord, Erestor felt his breath catch in his chest and feelings long thought gone begin to stir. As Erestor appraised Glorfindel, Glorfindel himself looked over Erestor felt the beginnings of attraction. Durion looking between the two elves noticed something occurring that he didn’t like scowled and wrapped a possessive arm around Glorfindel and pulled him against him breaking the moment.

Frowning slightly at the odd undercurrents around him, Elrond shrugged dismissing the uneasy sense foreboding the scene was causing in him. “Come” Elrond commanded, “let me show you to your rooms so that you may wash up and rest from your long and wearing journey.” So saying Elrond led the way into Last Homely house and Erestor followed admiring the beauty of the building around him, while attempting to ignore the unsettling feeling of the daggers that Durion was glaring at his back.

Later that night Erestor slept deeply dreaming of light, laughter and love with a certain golden-haired elf. While, in another room Durion roughly shoved Glorfindel onto their bed and brutally laid claim to him in an attempt to remind him to whom he belonged to, but unfortunately only succeeded in widening the rift between them.

Weeks then months passed, while Durion watched Erestor and Glorfindel’s friendship grew and began to blossom into something more. And with each passing day Durion’s rage grew and his jealously turned to hate. As his hatred of Erestor grew, his thoughts turned malevolent and he began plotting ways to remove Erestor without detection.

Angrily, he picked up an Orc blade that he had brought back form the last skirmish, and scrapped off the blade with his dagger then paused looking at the substance he scrapped off curiously as it wasn’t dirt or debris . Bringing it to his nose he sniffed it and recognized it as a poison the Orcs were fond of as it caused a slow, lingering and painful death and had a rare, nearly unattainable cure.

Durion smiled insanely as an idea formed in his head, and he continued scrapping the poison off the blade until he had what he believed was a good amount then added it to a small vial of water shaking it until the poisonous flakes dissolved creating a slightly cloudy liquid. Looking outside and noting it was nearly noon meal time, Durion capped the vial and slipped it into his pocket and gathering some paperwork headed into the main house looking for Erestor.

Approaching Erestor’s office, Durion hesitated rethinking what he was about to do, but as he was about to turn around and head back to the armory, the door opened and Durion ducked into a shadowy corner and watched as Glorfindel and Erestor walked out laughing and Glorfindel hugged Erestor setting off a new bout of rage and cementing his murderous intentions.

Reigning in his fury, Durion waited until Glorfindel was out of sight and Erestor had returned to his work to approach Erestor’s chambers. Schooling his face into a neutral mask he knocked on the door and entered when Erestor gave permission. Durion noted that as it was a cold day, Erestor was having a thick stew for lunch and privately smirked with glee at to opportunity presented.

Durion handed Erestor the weapon acquisitions request forms, looking over them Erestor nodded thoughtfully and stood up leaving the room to give the papers to an aide to have them start getting things together in order to get the needed replacement weapons. The moment Erestor was out of the room, Durion pulled out the vial of poison and added it to Erestor’s stew stirring it to keep any tampering from being noticed. Hearing approaching footsteps Durion swiftly stepped back and re-pocketed the vial just in time to keep Erestor from seeing as he re-entered the room.

Bowing, Durion thanked Erestor for his time and turned leaving the room, both pleased with himself for his cunning and preparing pretend to be grief stricken over Erestor’s untimely death and to comfort his soon to be distraught lover.

Erestor returned to his abandoned dinner frowning at the slightly bitter taste, but shrugged attributing it to one of the new spices, traded from mortal men that was all the rage among the cooks, and finished it never knowing that it was about to change his life forever.

A few hours later the poison started to make it-self known, as Erestor pushed himself away from his desk suddenly nauseous and light-headed and as he stood up intense pain flared across his nerves making him feel like he was on fire and causing him to scream in agony and fall to the floor.

Alerted by Erestor’s agonized scream, Lindir ran into the room and rushed to Erestor’s side. Seeing that Erestor was in serious distress, Linder shouted for help getting Elrond’s attention from where he had been passing by heading to the healing halls for his daily rounds. Dropping to his knees beside him touched Erestor’s neck looking grave at the rapid pulse and high temperature. Turning to Lindir he started to order him go get help to get Erestor to the infirmary when Glorfindel came in to see Erestor.

Horrified at the sight of his friend lying lifeless on the floor, Glorfindel lunged towards them and stopped at Erestor’s side falling to the floor and held his breath as he touched Erestor gently and sighed in relief as he discovered his friend still alive. Glorfindel looked questioningly at Elrond and frowned when Elrond shook his head and indicated he didn’t know what was happening.

Elrond stood and Glorfindel gathered Erestor’s limp form in his arms and they wasted no time running to the healing hall and Glorfindel placed Erestor on a bed just in time for Erestor to go into convulsions. Elrond cursed and rushed for his medicine cabinet grabbing a calming draught while Glorfindel grabbed Erestor by the shoulders pinning him down and swinging a leg over Erestor, using his greater weight and strength to hold down the thrashing Erestor while Elrond poured the calming draught down his throat.

When Erestor calmed and began to relax as the potion did its job, Elrond once again checked his temp and growled as it had gone up instead of going down. He turned to his assistants and had them begin to prepare a cold bath to bring down Erestor’s temperature.

“What’s wrong with, Erestor?” Glorfindel asked, fear for his friend shining clear in his voice. “I don’t know my friend. I’ve never seen anything like this.” Elrond responded sadly.

“I’ve seen this before, My Lords.” Lindir spoke up gravely. “It’s called Elvin’s Bane and was created by Sauron himself specifically to kill Elves. It is a very rare poison favored by the Orcs, but hard to come by as it is distilled from Warg’s blood, and the antidote is even harder to come by as it found only in goblin’s blood.”

“Do you know how to make the antidote?” Elrond asked urgently.
“Yes, Elrond, I do. I need the petals of a black rose and the blood of a goblin. However, you have only one week in order to administer the antidote or no force on Arda will keep him from Namo’s Hall.” came Lindir’s grim response.

Elrond turned to Glorfindel, going from friend to Lord in an instant ordering Glorfindel to take his best warriors and capture a goblin and bring him back in all due haste. Glorfindel bowed and ran out, running like a balrog was on his tail, and gathered his elves setting out immediately, promising to explain everything on the way.

Meanwhile, as the reality of the situation sank in Elrond abruptly came to the realization that this was no accident, this was attempted murder. Angrily, Elrond assigned guards to the room to protect Erestor, and decide to worry about finding the would-be murderer after Erestor was stabilized and on the way to recovery. Then went to find his beloved Celebrian and talk her out of some of her beloved, prized black roses.


It took five long nerve-racking days for Glorfindel and his troops to find and capture a goblin for their purposes and even more stress was caused by having to control their natural impulse to kill their natural enemy. Upon returning to Rivendell they discovered a grim atmosphere had descended on the Last Homely House as all who dwelt there grieved for their beloved Councilor whose condition had taken a turn for the worse.

Handing the goblin over to Elrond and Lindir, Glorfindel collapsed in exhaustion and waited desperately for news on the Elf he had fallen so hard for.

With only two days left in which to make and administered the antidote; Elrond and Lindir swiftly took the goblin that was beginning to regain consciousness to the holding cells to get the blood and be dealt with. After they reached their destination and had the now fully awake goblin chained and secured, Elrond reached into his pouch and pulled out a knife and vial to obtain the much needed blood for the antidote. Looking at the wildly thrashing and cursing goblin, Elrond smiled a sickly sweet smile and spoke “this won’t hurt much; I just need a small amount of your blood.” With Lindir’s help Elrond grabbed the goblin’s wrist and forced its hand open to cut it, after the cut was made Lindir held out the vial to gather the blood. Once the vial was full both elves hurried out of the cell to begin work on the antidote for they knew Erestor may not last much longer without it.


After waiting several hours for the antidote to be made, Glorfindel finally saw both Elrond and Lindir rushing towards Erestor’s room with a flask that held the antidote, and not knowing or caring wither or not he was needed Glorfindel rushed after them to see if he could help. Once he made it inside the room Glorfindel saw Elrond mixing the antidote from the flask into a cup of freshly made black rose tea while Lindir tried to wake Erestor.

Not looking up from his mixing Elrond asked Glorfindel to hold Erestor up while he helped him drink the antidote laced tea. Nodding, Glorfindel moved to the bed and lifted Erestor and slid behind him letting Erestor’s unconscious form settle into a reclining position to keep him from falling back down onto the bed and make treatment easier. Elrond walked over and held the cup of tea to Erestor’s lips so he could drink it, but Erestor had difficulty swallowing so Glorfindel reached up and gently rubbed his throat to help coax the throat into relaxing allowing the tea go down easier. When Erestor finished drinking the concoction the others immediately noticed that Erestor’s color had begun to improve and his shaking was beginning to lessen a good deal, slowly waking for a second Erestor smiled weakly at Elrond and Lindir then clutched Glorfindel’s arm and thanked them tiredly, before dropping off to sleep in Glorfindel’s arms.


Three days later Erestor still weak from the poisoning was slowly going crazy at being confined to his room and being unable to do much of anything. Finally frustrated with Erestor’s repeated escape attempts, Elrond told him that he could go walk around for a bit but not to over exert himself too much. Happy at the chance to get out of the room for a while Erestor decided that he would go for a walk in the gardens for sun and fresh air and also to see some of the roses that had helped save his life. Enjoying the sunshine and fresh air Erestor wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings when he suddenly walked into someone.

Startled, Erestor looked up and recognizing Durion started to apologize when suddenly a brutal backhanded blow knocked the shocked, still weakened Erestor to the ground. As he looked up dazed and confused, the enraged Durion looked down at him with an insane, malicious glare and drawn sword snarled “Glorfindel belongs to me, and I’ll see you in the Halls of Mandos before I’ll allow a weak, useless, pathetic scholar to take him from me.”

As Durion drew his sword back for the fatal blow, Erestor closed his eyes and braced himself, but instead of feeling the pain of Durion’s sword cutting into his unprotected neck, Erestor heard the clang of metal hitting metal. Opening his eyes Erestor saw that Durion’s sword had been stopped by Glorfindel.

Glorfindel stood over Erestor, holding back Durion’s sword with his own and his inner-light was blazing brightly and fiercely with the intensity of his anger. Shocking Durion that Glorfindel would stand against him and choose the weakling scholar over him; while causing Erestor to gasp with awe and love at the sight of his beautiful, powerful beloved. With a powerful heave Glorfindel threw Durion away from Erestor, and enraged at Glorfindel’s choice, Durion attacked Glorfindel violently intending to take him down and force him to watch as he killed Erestor before he killed Glorfindel himself.

The sound of the battle attracted the attention of the resident’s of Rivendell and a few minutes later a worried Elrond knelt by Erestor’s side to examine Erestor, finding him a little bruised but mostly unharmed Elrond turned to watch the fight and raised a hand to halt the guards and prevent them from interfering.

After more than 10 minutes of brutal combat Glorfindel finally managed to disarm Durion and knocked him out with a blow to the head with the hilt of his sword. Turning bruised and bloody, the disheveled golden warrior hurried over to Erestor and after checking him over for injuries, pulled him into his powerful arms in a relieved bone-crushing hug. As Erestor returned the embrace, Durion started to stir and Elrond ordered the guards to detain him as he looked over and dressed Glorfindel’s wounds.

Elrond went over to Durion and none too gently tended his wounds after which he used his healing gift to look into Durion’s mind, and what he discovered there shook him to the core. Shaking his head sadly, Elrond passed judgment, “His mind is too badly damaged for me to heal. For Durion’s sake and the safety of Erestor and Glorfindel and the rest of Rivendell, Durion is to be escorted to the Grey Havens and from there he is to sail to Valinor where hopefully the Vala themselves will be able to give him the help he so desperately needs.” So saying Elrond, bid the guards to take Durion back to his rooms and guard him while arrangements were made for his journey to the Havens.

As Durion, was taken away Elrond turned to the future lovers and firmly suggested that they return to their rooms to rest. As they left to do as they were bid, Elrond slowly shook his head in relief and amusement and murmured softly, “It’s about time.” And went to join his beloved wife and children.

As Glorfindel and Erestor entered Erestor’s quarters and closed the door, Glorfindel suddenly turned and pushed Erestor against it. Pressing his body against Erestor’s smaller more delicate one Glorfindel captured Erestor’s lips with his in a soul-shattering kiss. Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s broad-shoulders and slid them down to cup and squeeze his tight firm buttocks as they broke the kiss for much needed air.

“Let’s take this to the bed.” Erestor whispered huskily, while panting heavily. Without breaking their embrace the two backed towards the bed and when they reached it they slowly began to undress each other taking their time and teasing each other with soft touches and caresses. Finally, Glorfindel gently laid Erestor out on the bed and paused for a moment to gaze at the lovely sight that the Councilor made with his midnight hair spread around him and his pale skin accented by the blood-red sheets he lay on.

As Glorfindel gazed at him, Erestor blushed beginning to feel slightly embarrassed and moved to cover himself. Reaching out Glorfindel caught Erestor’s hands and pressed them down over his head as he slowly pushed Erestor’s legs apart and knelt between them arranging Erestor’s legs over his well-muscled thighs. Lowering his head Glorfindel captured Erestor’s lips in a tender kiss.

Breaking the kiss, he began to kiss, lick, and nibble his way down the other’s sensitive graceful neck. Reaching the junction of neck and shoulder, he bit down and suckled on the sensitive flesh bruising it leaving a mark for the whole world to see that Erestor was his and no other’s. When Erestor yelped and moaned in slight discomfort he pulled away and kissed the abused skin remorsefully and moved down to his chest and licked and suckled one nipple while pinching and twisting the other one.

When Glorfindel turned his attention to his nipples, Erestor arched up whimpering and moaning as the new sensations coursed though him and he felt himself hardening and getting desperate for some relief to his engorged leaking cock. Placing his hands on Glorfindel’s shoulders he began to push him down towards his aching erection. Glorfindel gave a low chuckle at his lover’s impatience and licking his lips in anticipation swallowed Erestor’s cock to the root relaxing his throat just in time as Erestor screamed and jerked his hips thrusting his erection even deeper into Glorfindel’s warm willing mouth.

Delighting in the sweet taste of Erestor’s precum and his even sweeter cries of pleasure, Glorfindel bobbed his head suckling Res’ dick, occasionally scraping underneath the shaft with his teeth Glorfindel felt Erestor shudder and tighten. Pulling back Glorfindel released Res’ shaft with a soft pop and quieted Erestor’s protest with a light soothing stroke of his hand over Erestor’s stomach. “No, my sweet one you’ll come when I’m inside you and not before.” purred Glorfindel with a wicked smirk.

Rocking back on his knees Glorfindel looked at the flushed and desperate Erestor and asked urgently, “where’s the oil?” Caught in a maelstrom of feelings so intense it took Erestor a moment to understand the question then he silently pointed to the nightstand. Grabbing the bottle Glorfindel quickly snatched a kiss. Coating his fingers in the oil Glorfindel added one, then two and three fingers quickly but thoroughly preparing his lover’s tight entrance. Unable to wait any longer Glorfindel placed the tip of his member against Erestor’s hole and stroking his shaft to distract Erestor from any discomfort slowly pushed in.

Bottoming out, Glorfindel with an iron will stilled himself and waited for Erestor to adjust and looked down into Erestor’s glowing eyes. Erestor nodded slightly and rocked his hips indicating he was ready. Slowly pulling out until only the head of his shaft remained in Erestor, he snapped his hips plunging back into Erestor’s tight heat, feeling the passage massaging his hard aching rod drawing out his orgasm and wanting them to come together he changed angles seeking Res’ sweet spot, his darkling angel’s sudden scream and subsequent clenching of the passage around him he knew he hit it.

Thrusting harder and faster and feeling the rushing approach of the impending orgasm Glorfindel reached between them and grasped hard dripping cock firmly and in a few strokes Erestor shuddered, back-arching with a scream and came all over Glorfindel’s hands as well as his belly and chest. The sight and feel of Erestor’s release send Glorfindel over the edge and in three more thrusts Glorfindel came hard and long throwing his head back with a triumph roar, hips stuttering to a stop.

Slowly pulling out to avoid causing Erestor anymore discomfort, Glorfindel slumped over Erestor and rolled to the side to keep from crushing the smaller elf and pulled him into his arms possessively. As Erestor lifted his head to languidly kiss him, Glorfindel sent a silent prayer to the Vala thanking them for sending him this once in a lifetime love.


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