Title:
Scarred
Author:
Morgana
Author’s Email:
Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon
Pairings:
Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating:
NC-17
Summary: Erestor finds out why Glorfindel refuses to swim in the Bruinen.
Disclaimer:
Not mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note:
I am sure something along these lines has been written before, but I just
wanted to try my hand at it too.
Warning:
AU of course.
Beta
read by Patricia and DA, thanks sweeties!
All
remaining mistakes are mine.
Scarred
“Why
does Glorfindel not want to go swimming with us? Did we do something wrong?”
Elladan looked inquiringly into Erestor’s eyes as his tiny fingers curled
around his twin’s, who stood next to him. The pair stood in front of their
favorite tutor and hoped Erestor could sway Glorfindel’s mind and make the
golden-haired Elf join them at the Bruinen. They always had fun playing with
Erestor, but the fun doubled whenever Glorfindel joined in. “Can you not go bring
him?”
Erestor
always found it hard to deny the twins when they looked at him like that. Their
large, gray eyes – Elrond’s legacy – always seemed on the brink of releasing
tears and seeing that made him go all soft inside. The twins were Elrond and
Celebrían’s offspring, but since the boys had reached the age to be taught
reading and writing, it was Erestor who was spending the most time with them
and he had grown attached to them. He didn’t mind that they wanted Glorfindel
to join them. He liked the other Elf as well and saw how the Elflings’ eyes lit
up whenever Glorfindel joined them.
“I
shall go to him and ask him to join us personally.” He had sent a servant
before. Maybe it would make a difference if he asked Glorfindel in person for
he was under the impression that the warrior liked him in turn.
“Please
go,” Elrohir pleaded and cocked his head to stare into Erestor’s eyes
pleadingly. The two of them knew how to have what they wanted and pouting,
looking sad or crying often resulted in them having their way.
“Stay
here and do not venture into the Bruinen yet. Do you promise?” The twins had
learned to swim some time ago and wouldn’t drown in the river, but Erestor felt
more at ease when he was there with them when they waded into the water.
“We
promise,” Elladan replied. Once they had given their word, they would abide by
it. “Now go bring Glorfindel!”
Erestor
sighed, knowing darn well that the twins were winding him around their little
fingers. But he didn’t mind – not really. It would be a nice conclusion to the
day if Glorfindel joined them for a swim. It was one of the last days of summer
and the heat had been unbearable all day long. A swim in the cool water sounded
good to Erestor and the Advisor couldn’t imagine Glorfindel turning down the
offer again.
The
dark-haired Elf mounted his mare and pressed his heels into the flanks. He
looked at the twins from over his shoulder once he had gained distance and
found that they had settled down in the shade of one of the larger trees. They
were quite safe there. Imladris’ guards were stationed along the river and
would keep an eye on them.
~~~
Glorfindel had unbuttoned
his shirt some time ago in the hope that the air would cool him down, but the
breeze that entered his office near the barracks felt hot and suffocating.
Maybe he should return to his rooms, which ought to be cooler, but he would be
alone there, while at the office his guards would seek him out to chat. He was
an Elf that thrived in company and being alone was anathema to him.
A knock sounded on his
door and he called for the visitor to enter. He placed his quill down and
looked at the door, wondering who was visiting. He was already looking forward
to the chat for distraction. To his surprise it was Erestor who entered and not
one of his guards. “Erestor, did something happen?”
Erestor quickly raised a
hand and shook his head. “Be at ease. There is no emergency.” Normally, the
only times he would seek out Glorfindel in his office was when there was an
emergency that called for the Captain’s attention. Not for the first time did
he notice how handsome and noble the other Elf’s features were or how long and
elegant the hands that normally wielded a heavy sword were. Glorfindel’s hair,
which usually shone like spun gold, was a bit dull at the moment, doubtless due
to the hot weather. The blue eyes that welcomed him looked equally listless and
Erestor wondered why Glorfindel had declined their invitation sent earlier that
day. A swim would do him good!
“Then what brings you here
on this hot day?” Glorfindel had shed his boots and socks about an hour ago and
wished he could strip completely, but he could never do that in the company of
others. Only when he was alone could he remove his clothes and walk about
naked.
“The twins’ pleading
does.” Erestor seated himself opposite Glorfindel’s desk and studied the
warrior and was being studied in turn.
Glorfindel could never
look at Erestor’s delicate features long enough. He always craved more of the
dark-haired Elf’s attention or, if he would have found the courage to do so, to
touch him. The long raven hair had been braided back loosely and the ends brushed
against Erestor’s buttocks when he moved. The Advisor usually dressed in formal
heavy robes that always hid his form from view, but that was not the case currently.
All Elrond’s Chief Advisor and Seneschal wore was a light – almost see through!
– under tunic that reached his ankles. Seeing Erestor dressed casually was
highly unusual and Glorfindel reveled in the sight. “What do the twins want
this time around?” he asked when the silence stretched out too long.
“They sent me to fetch
you. They want you to join us at the Bruinen for a swim.” Erestor was
contemplating his options on making Glorfindel agree to his proposition.
“Glorfindel, it is hot! It is not just warm, it is hot and you are sweaty too!
You lock yourself up in your office all day while Elrond declared this day free
of work. You do not have to be here!” Elrond had been quick to tell his
household that no work was required from them that day and most Elves had made
good use of the unexpected spare time. Only a few Elves who couldn’t be missed,
like the guards on patrol and some Elves of Elrond’s personal staff, were
required to do *some* work that day.
Glorfindel sighed softly.
“Erestor, I can not join you for a swim.”
Erestor wasn’t giving up
that easily. “Can you at least join us at the Bruinen? It is much cooler there
due to the breeze that comes down the river. You do not have to go swimming if
you do not like the idea.”
Glorfindel was conflicted.
He desperately wanted to join them because he enjoyed spending time with the
twins and it would also give him a chance to spend time with Erestor. But would
he feel safe and comfortable there? Since his return to Middle-Earth, he had
carried a secret with him and wanted none of them to find out, Erestor least of
all. “I will not go swimming.”
“You do not have to!”
Erestor jumped up from his chair and reached for Glorfindel’s hand. He curled
his fingers around the warrior’s and pulled him to his feet. “I already fetched
Asfaloth from the stables.”
Glorfindel raised an
eyebrow. “You must have been fairly certain that you would convince me.” His
heart missed a beat when Erestor batted those long eye lashes at him and he
berated himself. Ever since they had become friends, Erestor had always had his
way with him, so why would this time be any different?
“It is a hot day and you
must be yearning for a cool breeze,” Erestor explained, rather convinced he
would sway Glorfindel’s mind. “You also love to play with the twins and I daresay
that you enjoy my company as well.” A lovely blush appeared on his face when he
added those last words.
Glorfindel’s face grew
flustered as well. It was the first time their attraction had come up in a
conversation. “You know I do.” He raised his gaze and both Elves smiled at each
other as they realized that they were both blushing fiercely. The fingers
curled around his hand squeezed gently and encouraged Glorfindel. “Maybe you
would one day grace me with your presence for dinner in my rooms?”
Erestor quickly nodded his
head. “Would tomorrow evening do?”
Glorfindel smiled broadly.
“That would be perfect!” The day was becoming better and better!
~~~
It was just like Erestor
had said earlier: Glorfindel loved being out in the open. Asfaloth and Erestor’s
mare trotted alongside each other for it was too warm for even these fine-bred
horses to run long distances. It also enabled the two Elves to talk some more.
About an hour later, they
arrived at the Bruinen and Erestor was relieved to see that the twins had kept
their word. They had only removed their socks, leggings, and shoes and were
kicking water at each other in the shallow section of the river. They still had
their shirts on. They were dripping wet and Erestor envied them for having
cooled down already. “Look at them,” he muttered happily.
Glorfindel nodded. “They
are good Elflings.” Other children might have disobeyed and would have gone
swimming at any rate. Glorfindel followed Erestor’s example and dismounted. The
Elflings had caught sight of them by that time and started to run toward them,
waving their arms and calling out their names. A moment later, Glorfindel was
attacked by two wet forms and he allowed them to pull him toward the water. As
long as his clothes were on, he felt safe.
Erestor made quick work of
his under tunic though and flung it onto the ground. He ran toward the water
and dove right into it, wanting nothing more than to finally cool down.
Glorfindel gave Erestor a
look full of longing. He had caught a glimpse of the dark-haired Elf’s naked
form and the desire which he had repressed for years made itself known. He
comforted himself with the fact that they were going to have dinner in private the
next evening. He might have his chance to start courting Erestor then.
“Come into the water with
us, Glorfindel!” Since Erestor was already in the water, the twins had their
minds set on pulling the warrior in as well. “Pull off your clothes, silly!”
they ordered Glorfindel and, in order to put their point across, they finally
shed their shirts as well. It was good to be free of the warm, restricting
fabric and they could finally feel the cool water against their skin.
Glorfindel didn’t want to
disappoint them but said, “I will keep my clothes on, little ones.” That way, he
would be able to indulge them without scaring them.
“But that is silly!”
Elrohir gave Glorfindel a confused look. “Even Erestor did away with them!”
Glorfindel made the
mistake of glancing over at the other Elf and his breath caught as he saw
Erestor flipping back his long hair. The braid had come loose and the hair
clung possessively to the other Elf’s body. He swallowed hard. He would sell
his soul to wrap his arms around Erestor and pull him in for a slow kiss.
“Glorfindel!” Elladan
tugged at a strand of the golden hair and grinned when Glorfindel directed his
attention back at him. “Come play with us!” He splashed Glorfindel and then
started to swim away from the adult. If Glorfindel wanted to be silly and keep
his clothes on, then he would let him. As long as the adult played with them he
didn’t mind.
Erestor watched them from
a small distance and frowned when he saw that Glorfindel hadn’t shed his
clothes. Thinking everything over, he realized he had never seen Glorfindel without
his clothes before, not even on those hot days when the guards trained with
only their leggings on. Glorfindel had always been covered up. Why was that, he
wondered.
~~~
An hour later, the four of
them attacked the food Erestor had brought along for a picnic. The sweet
fruits, bread, and milk were quickly devoured. The cheese however had started
to melt and the twins amused themselves with pulling strings from the chunk
rather than eat it. Glorfindel sat with his back against a tree and smiled at
them. Erestor was drinking some water and Glorfindel wished it was the
following evening already. Maybe then he would finally have his chance to admit
his feelings to the other Elf.
But then his mood
darkened. He would also have to reveal his secret to Erestor then. He didn’t
want to lead on the other Elf for Erestor deserved the truth...deserved to know
what he would take on if the other Elf said yes to a relationship with him.
Glorfindel hoped Erestor wasn’t shallow like some other Elves he had wanted to
confess his secret too. At the last moment, he had always held back because
something had happened that had told him they would run and shun him once they
knew his back and thighs were plastered with scars from the Balrog’s whip.
Erestor was the first Elf he was seriously contemplating to tell and that meant
a lot.
Erestor felt Glorfindel’s
gaze upon him and sensed something troubled the warrior. He wanted to know what
it was, because then he might be able to help. It was probably something
trivial and Glorfindel shouldn’t have to worry about it. Hopefully the matter
would come up during dinner the next evening.
~~~
By the time they arrived
back at the Last Homely House, their clothes and hair had already dried. Elrond
and Celebrían awaited them in the courtyard and Erestor handed Elladan to them.
The Elfling had shared his mare with him and was happy to be reunited with his
parents.
Glorfindel then approached
and lowered Elrohir into Celebrían’s arms. The twins had grown quiet and tired
on their way home and the warrior saw thankful looks in the parents’ eyes.
“Thank you for tiring them
out,” Celebrían said. All they had to do was put the rascals to bed.
“It was our pleasure,”
Glorfindel assured them and smiled happily at the couple before they returned
to their rooms. Elrond, Celebrían, and Erestor had provided him with a family
when he had arrived in Imladris feeling alone and confused after being sent
back to Middle-Earth. Glorfindel wanted to return Asfaloth to the stables, but
Erestor’s hand settled unexpectedly on his wrist. Looking up, he wondered what
the other Elf wanted to say to him and encountered a troubled, but at the same
time curious expression that made him suck in his breath involuntarily.
“We are not finished yet,”
Erestor announced. “I want to talk to you.” During their way back, he had
debated the matter privately and had found that he couldn’t wait until the next
day to address everything that had been revealed that day.
Glorfindel read questions
in Erestor’s eyes and wasn’t sure he was ready to address his past yet. “We had
agreed on tomorrow.”
“I do not wish to wait.”
Erestor knew he couldn’t force Glorfindel to talk to him, but he could try to
convince him. “Come with me, Glorfindel,” he said as he dismounted. The horses
would find their way to the stables. There was no reason to take them there,
not when he should be talking to Glorfindel instead.
Reluctantly Glorfindel
complied and slid from Asfaloth’s back. Once the two horses were free of their
riders, they started to make their way over to the stables.
“Walk with me,” Erestor suggested
while keeping a close eye on Glorfindel, who seemed ready to bolt. He just
didn’t know why.
“Where are we going?”
“To the gardens. It is
cool there.” Evening had come and Arien’s burning rays were being replaced with
Ithil’s mild silver beams. “We need to talk and you know it.”
Glorfindel knew that. He
just didn’t want to talk about his scarring.
Erestor led them to a
secluded spot in the gardens and sat down on the grass. Patting the space next
to him, he waited for Glorfindel to sit down as well. It worried him that
Glorfindel had turned so quiet and no longer met his gaze. What was wrong?
Glorfindel drew in a deep
breath and sat down next to Erestor. In his heart, he knew this was the right
thing to do. If he was to pursue Erestor, he first had to know the other Elf
accepted him the way he was – flawed.
“Glorfindel?” Realizing he
had to move slowly, Erestor took Glorfindel’s hands in-between his and rubbed
the trembling digits. Glorfindel was nervous.
Glorfindel forced himself
to raise his gaze and to look at Erestor. “I can not help it. I am scared.”
“Scared? Why are you
scared?” Erestor moved closer and carefully touched Glorfindel’s face while
keeping the other Elf’s hands locked up in his right hand. “Are you scared of
me? Is it something I did? I thought you liked me. Did I make a false
assumption?”
Glorfindel laughed
nervously and then flinched. He felt emotionally unbalanced. “This is the
hardest thing I ever did.”
“Sitting here with me caressing
your face?” Erestor tried to make light of their situation and managed to draw
a smile from Glorfindel.
Glorfindel shook his head
and his cheek glided along Erestor’s soft fingertips. The caress felt
wonderful. He had gone without such a tender touch for too long and he wanted
it to never end. “Nay, that does not scare me. I wanted for this to happen for
quite some time, but before I can admit my love to you, I…” He faltered because
he still needed to gather his courage and because Erestor had gasped softly at
hearing that. “You must have sensed my interest in you.”
“I did. I was just waiting
for the right moment to address the matter.” Erestor slid his long fingers into
the golden hair, which shone brightly once more. “I feel the same way about you,
Glorfindel. I return your feelings.”
Glorfindel was relieved to
hear that, but it also meant that, by knowing Erestor’s love would have been
his, he would be in more pain should the other Elf reject him eventually if it
hadn’t been for his scarring. “Before you say more, please listen to me.” He
had to do this or else his courage would desert him.
“Let me do this just
once…” Erestor muttered and then leaned in closer. He touched his lips to
Glorfindel’s and kissed him. The kiss was soft, slow, and held great promise.
Glorfindel wanted for the
kiss to continue, but he pulled himself away with his last strength. “Do not
kiss me yet. I need to tell you something first.”
Remaining patient and accepting,
Erestor waited for his love to finally speak his mind.
“At the Bruinen, I saw
your frown. You must have been wondering why I was determined to keep my
clothes on.” Glorfindel peeked at Erestor’s face and only continued after the
dark-haired Elf had nodded once. “You know how I died. I died fighting a Balrog
and his whip. Its lashes had wrapped itself around my form and their poisonous
ends had dug deep inside my skin. The whole of my back…my lower body… my
thighs…are scarred. It is horrendous.” He lowered his head and stared at
Erestor’s hand, which was still cupping his. The other Elf hadn’t broken
contact – yet.
Erestor’s eyes filled with
unshed tears as he listened to Glorfindel’s admission. An admission which
obviously had caused the golden-haired Elf great distress. “Oh, Glorfindel…”
Erestor carefully let go of Glorfindel’s hand and then wrapped his arms gently
around the hurting Elf’s form. “You suffered so much in the past. Please put an
end to that suffering. I will not walk away from you because of these scars.”
He rested his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder and held the other Elf when
Glorfindel began to weep softly. “Did you think I would reject you because of
those scars?”
Glorfindel shakily nodded
his head against Erestor’s shoulder. “I did. It looks horrible.”
“Have faith in me, my
golden one,” Erestor muttered into Glorfindel’s ear. He had never seen the
strong warrior so vulnerable before and he wanted nothing more than to comfort
him and show him that his fears had been ungrounded. “Glorfindel? May I touch
you?” Glorfindel’s head shot up and the dazed blue eyes looked at him in
complete understanding. Glorfindel knew what his question entailed.
“But…” Glorfindel felt
confused. They had admitted their love for each other, but the pace with which
Erestor was moving was dizzying. “Do you really want to…now? Here? Like this?”
Erestor smiled warmly and
wiped Glorfindel’s tears away. “You *do* have some experience in being with a
male?” He didn’t think Glorfindel had remained untouched during his first life.
Glorfindel nodded. “I have
had lovers.” But he had thought he would never have another lover again and
Erestor’s request to make love had taken him aback.
“Good, then you know what
it is going to happen.” Erestor gave Glorfindel a seductive smile and then
pushed the warrior onto his back. “I have gathered some experience through the
millennia as well.” Erestor resolutely shed his under tunic and flung it aside.
Straddling the warrior’s hips, he took a moment to take in the lovely sight.
Glorfindel’s face was flustered, the blue eyes filled with surprise, and his
love was already growing hard beneath him. He felt Glorfindel’s arousal through
the fabric of the leggings.
“We have time,” Erestor
muttered and then leaned in closer for more kissing. He slid his fingers into
the golden hair and pressed his lips onto Glorfindel’s. He was granted entry
and took his time swirling his tongue through the moist cavern until at long
last, Glorfindel caught on and accepted the challenge. They fought for
domination, but Erestor already knew he was going to win this first time
because he had simply taken the warrior by surprise. Glorfindel might turn the
tables on him the next time they made love, but for now, he was in control.
Moaning softly, Erestor
surrendered to the first touches his lover bestowed onto his body. He had
always been a sensual Elf, accepting what his lover wanted to give him and gave
freely in turn. He raised himself until he sat comfortably in Glorfindel’s lap
and looked down at the golden vision beneath him.
Glorfindel tentatively
touched his new lover, trying to find those spots which would make Erestor moan
in lust. The lithe Elf straddling him looked at him with bewitching eyes and
his erection twitched impatiently. Sliding his hands up Erestor’s abdomen, he
encountered two rock hard nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. At
that, Erestor arched his back and threw back his head. “I love your hair,”
Glorfindel admitted in an unguarded moment. “I want to feel it move against my
skin.” Glorfindel surprised himself with his words.
“Then we should take you
out of those clothes.” Erestor’s fingers were already undoing the buttons of
Glorfindel’s shirt. “It is much too hot to remain clothed at any rate.” Erestor
filed away the fact that Glorfindel loved his hair and was determined to use
that information to his advantage later.
Glorfindel gasped as
Erestor pushed the fabric of his shirt aside and bared his torso. This would be
the first test.
Erestor’s fingers glided
along the thin scars he encountered on Glorfindel’s chest. He looked
thoughtfully at his love and saw fear in the blue eyes. “Be at ease,
Glorfindel. I am not that easily put off.” Leaning in closer, he traced the
scars with the tip of his tongue and licked his way down until he encountered
the waistband of Glorfindel’s leggings. Glorfindel was helpless beneath him and
had surrendered to him, for which Erestor felt grateful. This would be much
easier if he was in charge. “You are hard,” he muttered seductively and undid
the lacing to his love’s leggings.
Glorfindel stared at
Erestor in hope. So far, the other Elf hadn’t turned away from him in disgust.
If anything, Erestor seemed hungry for him.
Once his fingers had done
away with the lacings, Erestor bowed forward to taste his love for the first
time. Glorfindel arched gloriously beneath him at the first lick and Erestor
took a moment to look up and grin at the warrior. “Hard and already weeping for
my attention.”
Glorfindel’s cock surged
at those words and he dug his fingernails into the earth beneath him when warm
lips settled over the head of his member. Erestor then slid his lips down until
he completely engulfed him. “Oh…” Glorfindel finally found the strength to grab
a handful of the raven hair and slid his fingers over Erestor’s scalp.
“Careful, it has been a long time since…” He didn’t want to come yet.
But Erestor had different
ideas. If it had really been such a long time, Glorfindel would be able to
perform at least twice. Distracting Glorfindel by licking up and down the moist
shaft, he managed to free the other Elf of the leggings and kicked them aside
in irritation when they tried to cling to Glorfindel’s left foot. “You are
finally naked now,” he mumbled around Glorfindel’s cock and the vibration of
his voice made Glorfindel arch his hips. “Oh, yes…” Erestor was of two minds
about how to continue this encounter. Should he take himself or take Glorfindel
instead?
“Erestor…” Glorfindel,
lost in a lustful daze, looked to Erestor to finish what he had started. “It
has been so long…”
Erestor rubbed his cheek
against Glorfindel’s abdomen and continued to do his job. He curled his fingers
around the weeping shaft and sucked at the head. Glorfindel’s hands settled on
his head and pushed him down. Relaxing, Erestor allowed it and alternatively
licked, suckled, and stroked the erection.
Glorfindel was too close
and couldn’t hold back. He had tried to warn Erestor, but it was all in vain. His
orgasm built in the pit of his stomach and spread in waves throughout his body.
Cream dripped from the slit and Glorfindel opened his eyes, which had
involuntarily closed to see if Erestor would swallow. But Erestor was eyeing
him predatorily and Glorfindel shivered in the wake of orgasm. “What…?”
Suddenly, Erestor’s long hair teased against his thighs and Glorfindel grabbed
Erestor hard, pulled him close, and took his lips in a brutal kiss.
Erestor used the moment to
his advantage and gathered Glorfindel’s cream on his fingertips. While
returning the kiss, his hand probed lower until he found the entrance to
Glorfindel’s body. He massaged the sensitive skin there for a moment and then
pressed a finger inside to spread the ejaculate inside his love’s channel.
Glorfindel’s eyes widened
as he grew aware of the invasion and he stared at Erestor in surprise. Erestor
gave him a wicked grin and Glorfindel realized he had misjudged the Advisor in
the past. Erestor loved to take charge – not just in his study, but in bed as
well. For some reason, Glorfindel had always assumed Erestor would be the
submissive one in bed.
“On your knees, love…”
Erestor rolled off of Glorfindel and knelt next to him. “Or do you need my
help?” He gave the stunned blond Elf a wink.
Glorfindel nodded his
head. It was all the movement he was capable of. Erestor helped him onto his
stomach and then raised him until he was on his hands and knees. He quivered
uncontrollably as he realized what would happen next. It had been so long… so
long since someone had made love to him!
Erestor moved into
position behind the trembling Elf and slid his hand up and down Glorfindel’s
spine. The scars which Glorfindel had been so afraid to show him were there and
Erestor’s heart ached with the knowledge that Glorfindel had once been in such
grave pain.
Glorfindel however felt so
dazed that he had forgotten his fear. All he was aware of was the head of
Erestor’s shaft that pressed against the entrance to his body.
“You are beautiful,
Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered into Glorfindel’s ear as he leaned in closer. “Enjoy
this.” He placed his left hand at the small of Glorfindel’s back and guided
himself inside his lover’s body with his right.
Glorfindel bowed his head
and bit on his bottom lip now that Erestor was opening him up. “Go slow,” he
whispered.
“I will. Trust yourself to
me. I know what I am doing.” Erestor fought himself and proceeded slowly with
caution. He didn’t want to injure his love. Glorfindel was willing, but also
very tight. “Relax,” Erestor muttered and then suckled Glorfindel’s throat. His
left hand stole lower and located Glorfindel’s member. A few strokes had his
lover moaning once more and the flesh was hardening under his touch. “That is
it. Let go.” It pained Erestor that Glorfindel had denied himself for so long
just because he had been afraid to show anyone the scars.
Glorfindel began to relax as
he grew aroused again. Erestor’s nimble fingers worked his cock and Glorfindel
was soon thrusting into the firm hand.
“Good…” Erestor started to
bury himself deeper inside the tight glove. It took time, but eventually he was
inside to the balls and released a growl. “Are you ready, love?” He placed his
upper body onto Glorfindel’s back until he couldn’t move any closer to his
lover and waited for permission to continue.
“Ready… Oh, Erestor,
this…” Glorfindel closed his eyes and focused inward. The sensations and
emotions running through him were new in a way, even though he had also
experienced them millennia ago in Gondolin with Ecthelion.
“Let us make love then…”
Erestor’s lips attached themselves to a sensitive spot near Glorfindel’s ear
and suckled hard. At the same time, he almost pulled out of the tight channel
and slid back inside again. His thrusts were long, deep, and without hurry. He
took his time making this good for Glorfindel.
Glorfindel felt like he
was losing his mind as he experienced Erestor behind him, above him, and
underneath him, stroking his member. Panting hard, he started to thrust back,
showing he wanted this to continue. He only hoped he would last long enough to
please Erestor in turn.
Erestor never lost control
during the luscious moments. He licked the scars, sucked on an ear lobe,
stroked the twitching erection firmly but slowly, and continued to ride his
lover. “You are delicious,” he whispered in-between licks.
Glorfindel’s body was
gearing up and was heading fast toward his climax. “Erestor, I…”
“Let go, Glorfindel…and so
will I.” Erestor lifted his upper body as he placed his hands on Glorfindel’s
hips and sped up their rhythm. He squeezed the firm mounds of flesh in front of
him and panted hard as he drove himself deeper into the yielding passage. “Come
for me, Glorfindel, now!”
Glorfindel yelped
helplessly and collapsed onto his stomach, as he powerlessly let a second storm
of lust take him in release. Erestor stilled inside him and followed him down before
tweaking a nipple. Glorfindel threw back his head and screamed.
Erestor grinned and bit
into the curve of Glorfindel’s shoulder as his eyes closed in bliss. Making
love to Glorfindel was intense and reminded him of how good the act could be if
carried out with the right Elf. Licking the small wound he had created, Erestor
savored the fact that he had come while locked deep inside Glorfindel’s body.
They lay like that for
another long minute with their limbs and hair entwined and Erestor still inside
Glorfindel’s contracting passage.
Glorfindel shivered
suddenly when Erestor’s fingers gently slid down the worst scar that ran from
his shoulder blade down to his thigh.
“Please do not feel scared
any more, Glorfindel. You are beautiful in my eyes,” Erestor murmured and kissed
along the scar.
Glorfindel felt ashamed
when he started to weep again. It didn’t do to cry after such a round of
lovemaking.
“It is all right,” Erestor
said soothingly. “I understand. Let go, Glorfindel. Let it all go.” His member had
softened and he slowly pulled out. Erestor rolled Glorfindel onto his side and
then snuggled up to the warrior. “Hold me,” he demanded, thinking it important
to turn their roles.
Glorfindel quickly wrapped
Erestor up in an embrace and held him, feeling protective of the other Elf.
“Thank you,” he managed in-between sobs. “For making me see.”
Erestor’s gaze met
Glorfindel’s and the dark-haired Elf smiled in understanding. “I really
understand.”
“I know you do.”
Glorfindel tucked Erestor’s head beneath his chin and held him tight. At some
point the morning would come again and normally he would dread seeing Arien
rise because he knew he would spend the day without a lover’s company, but that
had changed. He had Erestor now and each day Erestor would help him heal until
one day, he would be able to join them in the river naked and no longer feeling
scarred.
The end