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"Now you hold your sword like this and you bring it down like that." Glorfindel instructed the novice warriors that stood before him. In the back of his mind something tingled but he ignored it, knowing where it would lead to if he chose to let himself becoming distracted.
He could feel emotions and thoughts running through the back of his mind that were not his own. He shook his head and continued with his instructions. "Yes, like that. You may begin the fight."
He backed away and the two novices faced one another, each holding their sword awkwardly and Glorfindel crossed his arms over his chest, looking at his two students. The other elves were standing a little bit further away, each on shy and unsure of how to work a sword.
Glorfindel's eyes shot up to the window which could be seen from the training field. He knew Erestor was there, deep in council with Elrond regarding the supplies for the upcoming winter. They had only been married for three days and now they were already busy with their own lives…
Well he could fix that very easily if he wanted to but the novices were regarding him so fearfully Glorfindel knew he couldn't leave them alone. "Well proceed."
They two younger elves stared at each other and then they began to circle one another, advancing slowly. Glorfindel suppressed a sigh, had he danced around Erestor for so long too and that slowly? No wonder Elrond had grown frustrated with the two friends.
An image came to him, of a dark robed Erestor standing in their sitting room, papers spread at his feet as he carefully unfastened his robe, a seductive smirk playing around the well shaped lips of the smaller elf as the dark eyes glittered with mischief and lust. Glorfindel shifted, hoping to hide his erection.
He wanted nothing more than this image to be real but he knew better then to try and go up to find out if it was true. It could be a fantasy of Erestor as the elf sought to entertain himself or to try and find out the bond between them.
Probably the last bit…Glorfindel frowned, why would Erestor be fantasizing about himself?
Another imagine pressed forth, this time of Erestor in a further state of undress. His robe was tied loosely around the slender waist and Glorfindel had to close his eyes tightly, growling softly in the back of his throat. This time the heat of arousal that was in the dark eyes was so evident even when the feeling was entirely his own.
"Lord Glorfindel?" One of the novices calling and Glorfindel's eyes snapped open.
He looked at the scene in front of him with a bemused expression. One of them had dropped his sword and was hopping around on one foot, clutching the other hand in his hands as his pretty face was screwed up in pain. The other novice stood staring, mouth open.
"What has happened?"
"He dropped his sword and it landed on his foot." The opponent of the hopping elf said with a small smile of glee. Glorfindel suppressed a groan and pinched the bridge of his nose before he said.
"And what is the first lesson that you are taught when you start to learn to hold a sword, Gryndar?"
The elf stopped hopping and finally answered with an almost guilty expression. After a moment he looked down and said. "To always hold onto your sword, my lord."
"Very well. Do you also know the punishment for the fault you made today?"
The younger elf gulped. "No, my lord?"
"Three laps around the house with the sword strapped around your hip. You may proceed to do so now… You will take Gryndar's place in the match and do kindly not drop your sword of I will give you all wooden ones again." Glorfindel lowered his voice slightly.
He was feeling annoyed by the images that kept being pressed on him. It wouldn't do him any good to dwell on wishes from somebody else. He shook his head firmly and told them to continue as another image rose. This time it was Erestor allowing his robe to fall as his husband stepped towards the bath and then into it, sinking in the hot water with a look of bliss on his face that made Glorfindel swallow thickly as the dark eyes in his head rose to meet his own and he saw unbridled desire in them, nearly making him run to his rooms while pulling off all his clothes to join his lover.
He shook his head firmly, finally growling at the novices. "All take laps please! Then this lesson is dismissed!"
The novices were all staring at him wide eyed. Glorfindel never snapped at a class or allowed them to go early unless there was an emergency. Well this certainly qualified as an emergency he thought. He was too distracted to gift the younger elves with his full attention and at this stage in the training they deserved and needed it.
He sighed and stretched out towards the blue sky. His muscles trembled a little with the effort but it felt good to stretch. He then bend down, touching his hands to his booted feet and he startled badly when hands cupped his behind.
"So firm and yet so soft, I do wonder how you manage to keep in such good shape? Do you train every part of your body, lord Glorfindel? Or just the ones that are out of sight and covered by clothing?" The musical voice was pitched low and Glorfindel carefully straightened as he reached back to tug the slender hands around over his hips, massaging them before he pulled the smaller elf firmly against his backside by trapped the hands in front of him by placing a firm hand on them just above the belt of his leggings.
"Mmm, why don't you tell me? Or is the only elf in your fantasies yourself? If so I should get you a mirror then." Glorfindel relived in the shock that he could feel as the elf stiffened behind his back.
"So you could tell, could you?"
"Mmm, oh yes, my darling one, I could tell." He purred.
"Funny, I only saw you in the images I received."
"Oh and you are saying it is my fault…"
"I think it is called the honeymoon and we are projecting our desires upon each other through our subconscious…ah…" The sentence was muffled as Glorfindel turned to crush Erestor's mouth underneath his own with a sharp kiss.
"Do shut up!" He growled before kissing Erestor again, much to the pleasure of the younger elf. Erestor yielded to him and Glorfindel deepened their kiss. With a soft moan Glorfindel pressed himself against Erestor, pushing his hips against the younger elf's hands and he felt Erestor stiffen.
Glorfindel
Glorfindel ignored the nagging at the back of his mind. No, not this time, this time he would do as he wished.
Glorfindel!
Glorfindel ignored it as he pushed himself more firmly against his smaller elf. It was time his husband felt what exactly what he was doing to Glorfindel. Erestor's hand were clawing at his shoulder, trying unsuccessful to push him away. Glorfindel frowned, what was Erestor doing?
Glorfindel, your novices are watching!
Came the very startled reply through their bond and the next moment as the thought settled Glorfindel pushed Erestor away, turning on lightning quick feet that had saved his life many times and snapped out a command. "Don't stand there gawking!"
The novices straightened but many were grinning at him at having caught their general in an unguarded moment. Thoroughly annoyed and aroused now, Glorfindel drew himself up to his full impressive height and balled his fists at his side as he drew out the words with great glee, seeing the smiles vanishing on the youthful faces of the younger elves. "That will be another ten laps for failing to follow orders! I dismissed the class after the last three laps! Failing to follow orders will get you…
"Glorfindel, meleth, really…"
"Just a moment, Erestor, my sweet! Now where was I…Oh yes, failing to follow orders will get you killed on a battlefield. I do not care if your enemies are flashing you their behinds or throwing fireballs at you, you must not get distracted or fail to follow the orders of your superiors! Now, ten laps around the house and the training fields and then DISMISSED!"
He could feel an arm settle around his wrist as Erestor sought to calm him. He wasn't calm, far from it. He was even panting as the novices looked at him before they shuddered at one another and began their fourth lap around the house.
Glorfindel realized he was panting but he did not care. He was extremely annoyed with his warriors; if this was the next generation which was supposed to guard Imladris then perhaps he was to send them to Lorien now. There they would surely learn some discipline at the hands of the lord and lady of the wood and learned what real protecting meant.
Erestor was watching him and then the younger elf stepped in front of him as he whispered, breathing playing across Glorfindel's ear. "You were very distracting during the council meeting. Do not be surprised if before the winter Elrond will seek you out to ask for a fresh supply of golden wet hair…"
The surprised blue eyes widened as Glorfindel looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"I said that was what I offered when Elrond asked my opinion of what should be in the winter stocks."
"And why did you possibly say that?" Glorfindel raised a golden eyebrow.
"I was imaging you taking a bath…"
"I was too, only you were the one taking a bath. You do not suppose that it is a message?" Erestor's eyes were large through his expression was pleased.
"Well if so, who are we to ignore it?" And with that thought both elves walked away to their chambers to enjoy their honeymoon as did as their minds told them and this time, their tasks had their full attention.
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