Chapter 1

He felt the moist lips start at the lobe of his ear and move up to take the sensitive-pointed tip into his heated, moist mouth, gently suckling. His mind went blank as all constant thought flew out as desire took over. The lips left the tip of his ear and made small kisses down the back. With an aguishly slow pace they moved down his throat to suck seductively at the base of his neck. He did not care that a mark would be left there, only knowing that he wanted even more, anything his dark-haired lover would give him. When he felted the lips move down from his neck to latch onto a nipple he thought that he would go out of his mind from the sensation his lover was causing as the ever-talented tongue flicked across his sensitive nipple, throwing him into a swirling abyss of no return. Not knowing when those lips moved to the other side nor caring, his mind never had a chance to come down from the exploding sensation of emotions that ran rapid throughout his body. Slowly the lips left their current prize to move on to the next. Kissing their way down his passion riddled body, stopping only long enough to swirl that so talented tongue into his belly button, driving him further into his fogged mind with desire and want, before it moved on to its ultimate prize. Still in the further most throws of desire, his mind only barely able to come down before that lovely mouth engulfed his weeping shaft fully, teasing it with his tongue and teeth, as his hand moved lower to massage his sacs. His lover took his aching member into his throat over and over, occasionally laving the head with the flat of his tongue before swallowing it once more. The hot mouth around his hard erection spiraled him to the brink of orgasm and he could not take anymore.

Grabbing his dark-haired lover by the arms he threw him onto his back. After reaching for the vial of oil, he poured the slippery fluid liberally over his hand. Slicking his throbbing member, he entered his lover in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He waited only a minute before starting to move, not so gently, inside his lover. Closing his eyes for a minute at the pure ecstasy of the tightness around him, he then rocked back and forth, hitting his lover's prostrate with every thrust. Sending them both into pure ecstasy, he came with a force that was beyond measure as he heard his name being called out over and over by his lover.

"Glorfindel…Glorfindel…Glorfindel!"

Glorfindel jerked suddenly awake. As he opened his eyes to the bight light shining into his chambers, he moaned to himself, 'Yet another dream of the dark-haired elf that had plague his dreams for more centuries then he could count.'

Glorfindel sat in the dining hall during the afternoon meal. He was so preoccupied with the dream from the night before he had yet to touch the food on his plate. So much so that he had almost received a fatal blow from one of his new guards during a training session. He could not go on like this. He had to do something, maybe it was time to take this to the next level, take a deferent approach. The more he thought about it, the more he came up with a plan. He would let his attraction for the dark-haired elf be known. He would woo him. Convince the elf that the attraction was real and honest. The more that he thought about it the more he came up with a plan.

Unbeknownst to Glorfindel, there was an elf at his table that was having similar thoughts about him. Elrond had craved the golden-haired warrior for some time. The strength and light that the warrior showed forth was blinding to the great Lord. He had been so lonely for a long time. His marriage to Celebrían had not been a passionate one. They had been intimate only to produce heirs. They had not been soul mates, but she had given him three children. Only in that had they shared a bond. They had though became friends throughout the centuries, and for that he owed her the proper amount of time to past before he took a lover after she sailed West. Lately his thoughts have been turning to Glorfindel more and more and maybe it was time to bring the attraction to the blond elf to his attention.

He had seen the way the golden-hair warrior had watch Erestor, but hoped that he could win his attentions instead. It was not that he was in love with Glorfindel or that he begrudged Erestor Glorfindel's love. Had Erestor showed even a little bit of interest in the warrior, Elrond would not have thought about letting his attraction be known to the warrior. Being a Lord of a great valley and in charge of so many lives was an ever-demanding role. He longed for a release and looked to the golden-haired warrior for that. The thought of showing his need was a scary thought to the Lord. Maybe the warrior was just the elf to let down the walls that he had put up for all these centuries.

Erestor had seen the looks Glorfindel had been giving him, but he also knew of his Lord's interest in Glorfindel. It was his job to know these things; therefore, he refused to show his attraction for Glorfindel. He knew of the loneliness that his Lord has suffered from since his wife sailed West. He knew that his Lord was in need of that which the lovely blond warrior could give. He himself had been in love with Glorfindel since the first time that he had seen him. The first day he had came to Imladris. He remembered the day so well. Glorfindel rode into Imladris on a beautiful white horse, so beautiful, so full of life that everyone wanted near the reborn hero. A warrior that had died saving the lives of so many innocent elves. So much so that the Valar had sent the warrior back to Middle-Earth to a future worthy of such a deserving soul. Where could he fit into that, he was just a scholar, Lord Elrond's Chief Counselor, not worthy of such a being. If the Valar were willing maybe he would meet an elf someday that he was worthy of.

The three went about their day, each in their own thoughts about what they thought was best, each not knowing what the other were thinking or feeling. By nightfall there was a single red rose, with the thorns removed, lying atop Erestor's desk with a note that read:

"TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ELF IN ALL OF ARDA".

Erestor was not sure who would have left it. He did not think it was Glorfindel for he had never openly shown his affections for him. Maybe, just maybe, the Valar had smiled upon him and he had gained the attention of another elf, a scholar like himself, one he could talk to about lore and literature.

As Glorfindel was laying down for the night it was with a smile on this face. The first part of his plan was put into motion and with any luck his heart's desire would soon be his. Now he just had to pull off the rest of his plan.