Title: Morning's Embrace Part I Email: lollipop4588yahoo.com Rating: N-17 Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor. . .for now Disclaimer: Everything but the story belongs to Professor J.R.R. Tolkien. I'm not making any profit from this, and I'm only writing this because I love to write. =) Author's Note: Thank you to those who have been reading this so far. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Btw, there's a more graphic version of this up on adultfanfiction.net.
Glorfindel very nearly found himself rather spent upon the return journey to Rivendell. The young Sindarin elf, known as Malenlaus, had immediately bombarded him with questions as soon as they embarked on the passage home, taking little breath between inquiries. The young elf seemed to require nearly every detail of the elf-lord's life! How did he defeat the balrog?, what was the Halls of Awaiting like?, how long did he have to wait before he was reborn?, what was it like to serve under the Lord Elrond? It all began to seem as a blur to Glorfindel.
At first, he had smiled politely and answered the youth's questions with a courteous manner, yet now it was all the golden lord could do to simply refrain from sighing in exasperation! He glanced into Malenlaus' liquid brown eyes and saw complete and utter hero worship in them. The elf lord nearly gave a bark of laughter as he realized how strange this welcoming excursion had become. He had gone from being held in disdain by the Lórien elf, Morfin, to being revered by this Sindarin youngster! Sighing inwardly, his thoughts drifted to his Erestor. No doubt the steward would have spoken his mind to the young elf instead of simply allowing himself to be bombarded with inquiries. The thought nearly caused him to laugh aloud.
Clenching his jaw to hide his pending smirk, he prepared himself for the next onslaught of queries from Malenlaus.
"Lord Glorfindel, is it true you resided in the renowned city of Gondolin?"
Before the elf-lord made move to answer, he was cut off by the young flaxen elf's elder companion, Taurion,
"For the breath of Gilthoniel, Malenlaus! Give the Lord Glorfindel a respite from your endless questions! Come, you will ride beside me for awhile!"
Glorfindel couldn't help feeling sorry for the lad as the latter's cheeks flushed with crimson as he turned his palfrey to ride beside his companion, yet he was filled relief for the respite from the rather intense interrogation. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught sight of the Lórien elves following closely behind the Sindarin elves, with Morfin at their head. Upon noticing the elf-lord gazing on him, he turned his eyes away quickly, annoyance flashing in the pale azure depths.
"Morfin is well known for his bitter tongue and acid manner."
Glorfindel turned his head back around to notice the prince Legolas riding, now, beside him.
"Is he now?" the elf lord replied.
"Yes. A number of years ago, he was sent to our own wood as a representative of his home. Needless to say, he made very few friends in our realm. In fact, seeing him here, I cannot help but think that the Lord Celeborn sent him as a messenger yet again so as he would not have to deal with him, himself."
The prince's sapphire eyes widened in surprise as the Lord Glorfindel burst out with laughter, the merry sound of it echoing against the rocky walls of the mountains surrounding them.
"Was what I said exceedingly humorous?" Legolas asked in smirking curiosity.
Glorfindel's rather sudden attack now began to diminish as he struggled to speak.
"It's nothing, prince. It's simply that I thought the exact same when I first encountered him." The elf-lord then began to continue chuckling to himself softly as he glanced apologetically at his companions who had gazed back at him in wonder when his fit of laughter had begun.
Gorfindel's eyes then caught those of the youngster's who worshipped him so. He found that, for once, the brown gaze was not upon him, but upon the prince who rode beside him. The elf-lord watched the young elf's expression for a while, noticing that an intense emotion flashed inside the amber gaze. Could it be, anger? Jealousy?
The elf-prince at once noticed the elf-lord's curious stare, and turned his head around to find Malenlaus glaring at him heatedly. However, noticing the prince's returning glare, he turned away hastily to converse with Taurion alongside him.
Legolas turned back to the elf-lord and smiled.
"When Malenlaus heard the news that my father was to send a small contingent of us to Rivendell, he very nearly went on his hands and knees, asking to be sent as well."
Glorfindel grinned in return.
"Imladris would indeed be a grand sight to see if one had never laid their eyes on it before."
At this, the prince's smile turned into an open smirk.
"My lord, 'twas not Rivendell he longed to see. 'Twas you."
Glorfindel's golden eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Malenlaus has been an extremely apt pupil since his coming of age. I've been told he reads our account of historical records for nigh hours on end."
"Does he now?"
"Indeed he does. Of late, his newest fixation has been you. My father informed me that he had recently gotten his hands on the accounts of the fall of Gondolin. After learning of your sacrifice of your own life for the Lady Idril Celebrindal, he has spoken of nothing other than you for quite some time."
Glorfindel found himself blushing slightly.
"I must admit, it is flattering to have inspired one so young. How old is he?"
"I believe he's only just passed his 106th name-day. He is still quite young. I'm rather surprised my father allowed him to accompany us."
"I'm surprised your father sent his own son, prince!" the elf-lord returned, motioning his horse to the left following along the path.
The prince laughed softly before replying,
"He knows I enjoy journeys away from home now and again. And also, my lord, Glorfindel, I do believe that of the two of us, your blood is of much more noble lineage then mine, so you do not need to feel impelled to call me 'prince' simply because my father is a King. In fact I would prefer to be simply Legolas." The prince smiled as his ocean blue eyes waited patiently for an answer.
Glorfindel acquiesced with a small nod and a soft smile,
"As you wish, Legolas."
The time of night had fallen upon the vale as the Imladrin elves and their emissary guests rode their steeds into the courtyard in front of the Last Homely House East of the Sea. Glorfindel immediately set two of his charges to stabling the crowd's horses for the night and bid the envoys to follow him. As he led them toward the front steps ascending into the home, Elrond and his wife advanced from the entrance hall.
"We began to grow worried when you did not appear two night's past!" Elrond declared sternly, though a relieved smile crept across his lips. Celebrian nudged her husband teasingly.
"That is the understatement of the century, my lord! Glorfindel, you had my husband so worried, he nearly saddled his steed to go out looking for you, alone!" Her crystal eyes twinkled with humor, yet relief resided there as well. Elrond gave his wife a rueful glare before questioning a, now, grinning Glorfindel,
"Did you meet difficulties, mellon nîn?"
"No, Elrond, we did not. However, the Sindarins. . ." Glorfindel's voice trailed to a faltered hesitation suddenly as he saw the steward of Imladris quietly approach, taking a place alongside the Lord and Lady of Imladris. The moon's luster formulating his auburn locks into streaks of silver. The hazel eyes embraced a reflection of the moon, causing them to shine with radiance. Suddenly, he remembered that he had been speaking.
". . .the – ah – Sindarins were delayed by an orc ambush. They are all quite unhurt, I assure you, though they are few days late of arriving."
Elrond nodded in understanding as Celebrian moved past him to address the group of elves waiting to be invited inside.
"My lords, you are no doubt weary from your excursions! Dinner has been two hours past, however, I will alert our housemistress of your arrival and she will prepare a late meal for those who wish to replenish themselves with food before retiring for the evening."
All the while as the Lady of Imladris said this, Glorfindel kept his eyes locked on Erestor's, who gazed at him in return. The elf-lord suddenly realized that he had sorely disliked not being in company with the steward, not to mention the lonely nights.
"My sons will show you to your rooms tonight," continued the Lady motioning to her twin sons who stood amongst the throng. Nodding wearily, yet with respect to their mother, they began to lead the envoys into the house. Glorfindel remained on the steps before Erestor, until all the others had departed.
"How was your passage?" the steward asked softly.
"Very dull," the elf-lord murmured in reply.
"I was concerned when you didn't arrive on schedule," Erestor continued.
"Were you?" Glorfindel barely audibly whispered, as he climbed another step to be eye-level with the steward. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself leaning closer towards Erestor. In fact, a kiss had very nearly taken place had not the steward very slowly placed his hands flat against the elf-lord's chest as if to hold him at bay. Glorfindel half moaned at the touch.
"I'm retiring for the evening," Erestory whispered rather seductively as he looked up into the elf-lord's eyes. He carefully removed his hands and disappeared into an adjacent hall towards the bedchamber wing.
The elf-lord nearly followed. Yet he stood his ground for a moment, wondering if it would be deemed rude if he did not bid his guests good night before retiring. After a moment's consideration, he found he didn't care. His ever growing need for his Erestor was beginning to pull at him as it always did. Just as he made move to follow him, he heard someone speak,
"Lord Glorfindel, you're back!"
The elf-lord turned his gaze quickly around to the entrance hall. Arwen Undómiel stood there smiling at him. Her long, midnight hair tumbling down her shoulders. She truly was the image of Lúthien, her foremother.
"Ah.. .yes, Arwen, we only just returned."
Smiling, she walked closer, her gown trailing behind her.
"I thought I heard the sound of voices whilst in my chamber, so I came down to welcome you and your comrades." Her dark blue eyes flickered across the courtyard, "It seems I was too late."
Glorfindel laughed quietly,
"Do not worry, hiril nîn. We did not arrive without welcome. Your mother and father bid them enter just moments before."
She smiled in relief. Glorfindel's hands itched involuntarily and he placed them quickly behind his back. He needed his Erestor.
"Hiril nîn, if you'll please excuse me, there is something I must - "
"I know," she replied softly, "forgive me for detaining you, Lord Glorfindel. Go." Her eyes glimmered knowingly.
The elf-lord looked at her curiously.
"You wish to sleep, no?" she prompted. "Your passage home was beyond a doubt arduous?"
"Ah, yes, I wish to-to sleep. Quel kaima, Arwen."
Nodding his head in respect, he retreated to the corridor which led to the bedchamber wing, his cloak fluttering behind him. He went up the stairs quickly, his heart thrumming in anticipation. Soon his Erestor would be in his arms, and life would grow to be bliss once more. Pausing outside his own door, he opened it carefully and entered it quietly. Peering quickly around he found . . . it to be empty. Furrowing his eyes, he made sure Erestor was not behind the door frame nor under his bed. Pondering this, he thought that perhaps Erestor had meant that he really was going to bed. A shiver of disappointment ran through him.
Sighing, the elf-lord undid the clasp of his cloak, and set it atop his bed. Reaching a hand behind his head, he rubbed the muscles, relaxing his neck, as he ventured out onto his balcony, gazing into the night. His eyes roved over the blissful valley, still vividly colorful even under cover of night. His gaze eventually wandered over the rest of the Homely House toward Erestor's balcony adjoining the steward's room. The curtain's were drawn to veil the interior of the chamber, yet the elf-lord's keen eyes spotted a flickering candle-light through the slight parting in the draperies. He then glanced to the balcony which lay between his own and Erestor's. Of a sudden, an idea came into his mind; a smirk brushing against his lips.
Erestor sat at his desk, reviewing papers of correspondence, not really importing his mind to them. The past week had been strange not having Glorfindel there. An element seemed to be missing from the vale. Of course the elf-lord had been sent on excursions before, but he had never truly felt lonely without him until now. At night, he would lie in bed, awake as ever, pleading for sleep and thinking of Glorfindel. Valar, he'd even resorted to helping Arwen with her needle-work to keep his mind off of the dilemma!
Yet, when the elf-lord had not returned as when was expected, he felt nervous and on edge. He found himself sneaking glances at the courtyard during the day to see if he had arrived, and at night he would listen for the sound of horse's hooves. Earlier that evening, he'd been reading whilst reclining on his bed when he'd heard voices in the courtyard below. He'd heard Glorfindel's familiarly deep voice commanding his combatants about something or other. Relief had assailed him then and he'd cast aside his book to meet his elf-lord in person.
Below, when the other's had departed to the dining hall, his blood had nearly boiled in his veins when the elf-lord had made move to embrace him. He'd then absconded himself towards the bedchamber wing, trying to hide an embarrassingly blissful grin. However, once he'd noticed that the elf-lord had not followed him, he'd retired to his own room to work on his papers. He'd reasoned with himself that the elf-lord was no doubt tired, and wished to divulge in a meal, and then withdraw to sleep.
Rubbing tiredly now at his eyes, he forced himself to try and read this letter. Abruptly, as he'd read past the second line, he felt the presence of another being in the room. Somewhat alarmed, he turned around in his chair to face the door. The door remained shut and closed as it had been before. Yet there was certainly something different about the room. . .there was more moonlight streaming in. Turning to the curtains, he found them cast aside and also the Lord Glorfindel standing at the entrance to his balcony, leaning casually against the side pillar, his hair a cascade of golden silver in the moonlight. Struggling to hide his surprise, the steward stated,
"Doors were invented for a reason, Glorfindel."
"I know," the elf-lord stated as he casually sauntered over to where the steward sat at his desk. "For privacy reasons. So certain activities held within the bedroom are withheld from meddling eyes?" Smirking, the elf lord now sat upon the desk in front of Erestor, looking down on him.
The steward stood to face the golden elf, as he retorted,
"Well I certainly don't see the point in participating in such activities if ones, such as you, climb up through other's balconies despite these privacy reasons."
The elf-lord merely smirked mischievously in reply. Casting his eyes downward, Erestor asked quietly,
"Why are you not in the dining hall with your comrades?"
"Is that what you thought, vana pen?" he heard the golden elf reply softly. Lifting his eyes, he looked up into the emerald eyes of Glorfindel.
Before another word was spoken, nor another breath taken, the elf-lord captured Erestor into a passionate kiss. The steward moaned into the other's mouth, clutching at the other's soldier's for balance and out of need. Glorfindel reached up his hands to entangle his fingers in the silken auburn locks of his Erestor, bringing him closer. He hastily moved his lips over the steward's face, trailing kisses to his delicately tipped ear.
"Erestor, Erestor, nín." He murmured breathily against Erestor's flesh, his hands now running along the latter's torso.
Erestor felt himself shiver involuntarily. He was pleased when that seemed to increase Glorfindel's ministrations against his neck. Catching the strong scent of the elf-lord's hair, which smelled of wine and the sea, he panted,
"Glorfindel. . .I missed this. . I missed us. . .you." He ceased his incoherent ramblings and simply allowed himself to be loved and caressed by his elf-lord.
Glorfindel assailed his Erestor on the lips once more with a slow, simmering kiss, gripping the small of the steward's back and grinding their arousals together. Erestor gasped harshly against the elf-lord's lips, struggling to keep his knees from collapsing. Glorfindel then reached his hand between them and deftly unfastened Erestor's breeches, to swiftly stoke him to levels of pleasure, he had ever felt before.
Half the spell of an hour later, Glorfindel collapsed upon his Erestor, panting with fatigue. After a moment, once both had regained their wind, the elf-lord looked back into the steward's eyes, and gave him a loving, lingering kiss.
He then pulled himself and Erestor upright once more, and directed the other towards the bed, where they made love much more slowly long into the night. . .
Quel kaima sleep well vana pen lovely one
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Glorfindel very nearly found himself rather spent upon the return journey to Rivendell. The young Sindarin elf, known as Malenlaus, had immediately bombarded him with questions as soon as they embarked on the passage home, taking little breath between inquiries. The young elf seemed to require nearly every detail of the elf-lord's life! How did he defeat the balrog?, what was the Halls of Awaiting like?, how long did he have to wait before he was reborn?, what was it like to serve under the Lord Elrond? It all began to seem as a blur to Glorfindel.
At first, he had smiled politely and answered the youth's questions with a courteous manner, yet now it was all the golden lord could do to simply refrain from sighing in exasperation! He glanced into Malenlaus' liquid brown eyes and saw complete and utter hero worship in them. The elf lord nearly gave a bark of laughter as he realized how strange this welcoming excursion had become. He had gone from being held in disdain by the Lórien elf, Morfin, to being revered by this Sindarin youngster! Sighing inwardly, his thoughts drifted to his Erestor. No doubt the steward would have spoken his mind to the young elf instead of simply allowing himself to be bombarded with inquiries. The thought nearly caused him to laugh aloud.
Clenching his jaw to hide his pending smirk, he prepared himself for the next onslaught of queries from Malenlaus.
"Lord Glorfindel, is it true you resided in the renowned city of Gondolin?"
Before the elf-lord made move to answer, he was cut off by the young flaxen elf's elder companion, Taurion,
"For the breath of Gilthoniel, Malenlaus! Give the Lord Glorfindel a respite from your endless questions! Come, you will ride beside me for awhile!"
Glorfindel couldn't help feeling sorry for the lad as the latter's cheeks flushed with crimson as he turned his palfrey to ride beside his companion, yet he was filled relief for the respite from the rather intense interrogation. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught sight of the Lórien elves following closely behind the Sindarin elves, with Morfin at their head. Upon noticing the elf-lord gazing on him, he turned his eyes away quickly, annoyance flashing in the pale azure depths.
"Morfin is well known for his bitter tongue and acid manner."
Glorfindel turned his head back around to notice the prince Legolas riding, now, beside him.
"Is he now?" the elf lord replied.
"Yes. A number of years ago, he was sent to our own wood as a representative of his home. Needless to say, he made very few friends in our realm. In fact, seeing him here, I cannot help but think that the Lord Celeborn sent him as a messenger yet again so as he would not have to deal with him, himself."
The prince's sapphire eyes widened in surprise as the Lord Glorfindel burst out with laughter, the merry sound of it echoing against the rocky walls of the mountains surrounding them.
"Was what I said exceedingly humorous?" Legolas asked in smirking curiosity.
Glorfindel's rather sudden attack now began to diminish as he struggled to speak.
"It's nothing, prince. It's simply that I thought the exact same when I first encountered him." The elf-lord then began to continue chuckling to himself softly as he glanced apologetically at his companions who had gazed back at him in wonder when his fit of laughter had begun.
Gorfindel's eyes then caught those of the youngster's who worshipped him so. He found that, for once, the brown gaze was not upon him, but upon the prince who rode beside him. The elf-lord watched the young elf's expression for a while, noticing that an intense emotion flashed inside the amber gaze. Could it be, anger? Jealousy?
The elf-prince at once noticed the elf-lord's curious stare, and turned his head around to find Malenlaus glaring at him heatedly. However, noticing the prince's returning glare, he turned away hastily to converse with Taurion alongside him.
Legolas turned back to the elf-lord and smiled.
"When Malenlaus heard the news that my father was to send a small contingent of us to Rivendell, he very nearly went on his hands and knees, asking to be sent as well."
Glorfindel grinned in return.
"Imladris would indeed be a grand sight to see if one had never laid their eyes on it before."
At this, the prince's smile turned into an open smirk.
"My lord, 'twas not Rivendell he longed to see. 'Twas you."
Glorfindel's golden eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Malenlaus has been an extremely apt pupil since his coming of age. I've been told he reads our account of historical records for nigh hours on end."
"Does he now?"
"Indeed he does. Of late, his newest fixation has been you. My father informed me that he had recently gotten his hands on the accounts of the fall of Gondolin. After learning of your sacrifice of your own life for the Lady Idril Celebrindal, he has spoken of nothing other than you for quite some time."
Glorfindel found himself blushing slightly.
"I must admit, it is flattering to have inspired one so young. How old is he?"
"I believe he's only just passed his 106th name-day. He is still quite young. I'm rather surprised my father allowed him to accompany us."
"I'm surprised your father sent his own son, prince!" the elf-lord returned, motioning his horse to the left following along the path.
The prince laughed softly before replying,
"He knows I enjoy journeys away from home now and again. And also, my lord, Glorfindel, I do believe that of the two of us, your blood is of much more noble lineage then mine, so you do not need to feel impelled to call me 'prince' simply because my father is a King. In fact I would prefer to be simply Legolas." The prince smiled as his ocean blue eyes waited patiently for an answer.
Glorfindel acquiesced with a small nod and a soft smile,
"As you wish, Legolas."
The time of night had fallen upon the vale as the Imladrin elves and their emissary guests rode their steeds into the courtyard in front of the Last Homely House East of the Sea. Glorfindel immediately set two of his charges to stabling the crowd's horses for the night and bid the envoys to follow him. As he led them toward the front steps ascending into the home, Elrond and his wife advanced from the entrance hall.
"We began to grow worried when you did not appear two night's past!" Elrond declared sternly, though a relieved smile crept across his lips. Celebrian nudged her husband teasingly.
"That is the understatement of the century, my lord! Glorfindel, you had my husband so worried, he nearly saddled his steed to go out looking for you, alone!" Her crystal eyes twinkled with humor, yet relief resided there as well. Elrond gave his wife a rueful glare before questioning a, now, grinning Glorfindel,
"Did you meet difficulties, mellon nîn?"
"No, Elrond, we did not. However, the Sindarins. . ." Glorfindel's voice trailed to a faltered hesitation suddenly as he saw the steward of Imladris quietly approach, taking a place alongside the Lord and Lady of Imladris. The moon's luster formulating his auburn locks into streaks of silver. The hazel eyes embraced a reflection of the moon, causing them to shine with radiance. Suddenly, he remembered that he had been speaking.
". . .the – ah – Sindarins were delayed by an orc ambush. They are all quite unhurt, I assure you, though they are few days late of arriving."
Elrond nodded in understanding as Celebrian moved past him to address the group of elves waiting to be invited inside.
"My lords, you are no doubt weary from your excursions! Dinner has been two hours past, however, I will alert our housemistress of your arrival and she will prepare a late meal for those who wish to replenish themselves with food before retiring for the evening."
All the while as the Lady of Imladris said this, Glorfindel kept his eyes locked on Erestor's, who gazed at him in return. The elf-lord suddenly realized that he had sorely disliked not being in company with the steward, not to mention the lonely nights.
"My sons will show you to your rooms tonight," continued the Lady motioning to her twin sons who stood amongst the throng. Nodding wearily, yet with respect to their mother, they began to lead the envoys into the house. Glorfindel remained on the steps before Erestor, until all the others had departed.
"How was your passage?" the steward asked softly.
"Very dull," the elf-lord murmured in reply.
"I was concerned when you didn't arrive on schedule," Erestor continued.
"Were you?" Glorfindel barely audibly whispered, as he climbed another step to be eye-level with the steward. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself leaning closer towards Erestor. In fact, a kiss had very nearly taken place had not the steward very slowly placed his hands flat against the elf-lord's chest as if to hold him at bay. Glorfindel half moaned at the touch.
"I'm retiring for the evening," Erestory whispered rather seductively as he looked up into the elf-lord's eyes. He carefully removed his hands and disappeared into an adjacent hall towards the bedchamber wing.
The elf-lord nearly followed. Yet he stood his ground for a moment, wondering if it would be deemed rude if he did not bid his guests good night before retiring. After a moment's consideration, he found he didn't care. His ever growing need for his Erestor was beginning to pull at him as it always did. Just as he made move to follow him, he heard someone speak,
"Lord Glorfindel, you're back!"
The elf-lord turned his gaze quickly around to the entrance hall. Arwen Undómiel stood there smiling at him. Her long, midnight hair tumbling down her shoulders. She truly was the image of Lúthien, her foremother.
"Ah.. .yes, Arwen, we only just returned."
Smiling, she walked closer, her gown trailing behind her.
"I thought I heard the sound of voices whilst in my chamber, so I came down to welcome you and your comrades." Her dark blue eyes flickered across the courtyard, "It seems I was too late."
Glorfindel laughed quietly,
"Do not worry, hiril nîn. We did not arrive without welcome. Your mother and father bid them enter just moments before."
She smiled in relief. Glorfindel's hands itched involuntarily and he placed them quickly behind his back. He needed his Erestor.
"Hiril nîn, if you'll please excuse me, there is something I must - "
"I know," she replied softly, "forgive me for detaining you, Lord Glorfindel. Go." Her eyes glimmered knowingly.
The elf-lord looked at her curiously.
"You wish to sleep, no?" she prompted. "Your passage home was beyond a doubt arduous?"
"Ah, yes, I wish to-to sleep. Quel kaima, Arwen."
Nodding his head in respect, he retreated to the corridor which led to the bedchamber wing, his cloak fluttering behind him. He went up the stairs quickly, his heart thrumming in anticipation. Soon his Erestor would be in his arms, and life would grow to be bliss once more. Pausing outside his own door, he opened it carefully and entered it quietly. Peering quickly around he found . . . it to be empty. Furrowing his eyes, he made sure Erestor was not behind the door frame nor under his bed. Pondering this, he thought that perhaps Erestor had meant that he really was going to bed. A shiver of disappointment ran through him.
Sighing, the elf-lord undid the clasp of his cloak, and set it atop his bed. Reaching a hand behind his head, he rubbed the muscles, relaxing his neck, as he ventured out onto his balcony, gazing into the night. His eyes roved over the blissful valley, still vividly colorful even under cover of night. His gaze eventually wandered over the rest of the Homely House toward Erestor's balcony adjoining the steward's room. The curtain's were drawn to veil the interior of the chamber, yet the elf-lord's keen eyes spotted a flickering candle-light through the slight parting in the draperies. He then glanced to the balcony which lay between his own and Erestor's. Of a sudden, an idea came into his mind; a smirk brushing against his lips.
Erestor sat at his desk, reviewing papers of correspondence, not really importing his mind to them. The past week had been strange not having Glorfindel there. An element seemed to be missing from the vale. Of course the elf-lord had been sent on excursions before, but he had never truly felt lonely without him until now. At night, he would lie in bed, awake as ever, pleading for sleep and thinking of Glorfindel. Valar, he'd even resorted to helping Arwen with her needle-work to keep his mind off of the dilemma!
Yet, when the elf-lord had not returned as when was expected, he felt nervous and on edge. He found himself sneaking glances at the courtyard during the day to see if he had arrived, and at night he would listen for the sound of horse's hooves. Earlier that evening, he'd been reading whilst reclining on his bed when he'd heard voices in the courtyard below. He'd heard Glorfindel's familiarly deep voice commanding his combatants about something or other. Relief had assailed him then and he'd cast aside his book to meet his elf-lord in person.
Below, when the other's had departed to the dining hall, his blood had nearly boiled in his veins when the elf-lord had made move to embrace him. He'd then absconded himself towards the bedchamber wing, trying to hide an embarrassingly blissful grin. However, once he'd noticed that the elf-lord had not followed him, he'd retired to his own room to work on his papers. He'd reasoned with himself that the elf-lord was no doubt tired, and wished to divulge in a meal, and then withdraw to sleep.
Rubbing tiredly now at his eyes, he forced himself to try and read this letter. Abruptly, as he'd read past the second line, he felt the presence of another being in the room. Somewhat alarmed, he turned around in his chair to face the door. The door remained shut and closed as it had been before. Yet there was certainly something different about the room. . .there was more moonlight streaming in. Turning to the curtains, he found them cast aside and also the Lord Glorfindel standing at the entrance to his balcony, leaning casually against the side pillar, his hair a cascade of golden silver in the moonlight. Struggling to hide his surprise, the steward stated,
"Doors were invented for a reason, Glorfindel."
"I know," the elf-lord stated as he casually sauntered over to where the steward sat at his desk. "For privacy reasons. So certain activities held within the bedroom are withheld from meddling eyes?" Smirking, the elf lord now sat upon the desk in front of Erestor, looking down on him.
The steward stood to face the golden elf, as he retorted,
"Well I certainly don't see the point in participating in such activities if ones, such as you, climb up through other's balconies despite these privacy reasons."
The elf-lord merely smirked mischievously in reply. Casting his eyes downward, Erestor asked quietly,
"Why are you not in the dining hall with your comrades?"
"Is that what you thought, vana pen?" he heard the golden elf reply softly. Lifting his eyes, he looked up into the emerald eyes of Glorfindel.
Before another word was spoken, nor another breath taken, the elf-lord captured Erestor into a passionate kiss. The steward moaned into the other's mouth, clutching at the other's soldier's for balance and out of need. Glorfindel reached up his hands to entangle his fingers in the silken auburn locks of his Erestor, bringing him closer. He hastily moved his lips over the steward's face, trailing kisses to his delicately tipped ear.
"Erestor, Erestor, nín." He murmured breathily against Erestor's flesh, his hands now running along the latter's torso.
Erestor felt himself shiver involuntarily. He was pleased when that seemed to increase Glorfindel's ministrations against his neck. Catching the strong scent of the elf-lord's hair, which smelled of wine and the sea, he panted,
"Glorfindel. . .I missed this. . I missed us. . .you." He ceased his incoherent ramblings and simply allowed himself to be loved and caressed by his elf-lord.
Glorfindel assailed his Erestor on the lips once more with a slow, simmering kiss, gripping the small of the steward's back and grinding their arousals together. Erestor gasped harshly against the elf-lord's lips, struggling to keep his knees from collapsing. Glorfindel then reached his hand between them and deftly unfastened Erestor's breeches, to swiftly stoke him to levels of pleasure, he had ever felt before.
Half the spell of an hour later, Glorfindel collapsed upon his Erestor, panting with fatigue. After a moment, once both had regained their wind, the elf-lord looked back into the steward's eyes, and gave him a loving, lingering kiss.
He then pulled himself and Erestor upright once more, and directed the other towards the bed, where they made love much more slowly long into the night. . .
Quel kaima sleep well vana pen lovely one
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