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Erestor's Vacation
Author: Glori Anne
Beta: None
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warnings: none
Request: Glorfindel/Erestor, First time, fluff, angst, twincest, pwp, slight bdsm.
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Lord Elrond of Imladris finished reading the report in front of him and sighed. "Well Senschel, what do you recommend?"
Glorfindel shifted forward in his chair to stab a spot on a map. "The last scout said he saw the orcs fleeing. They're headed northward along the foot of the mountains. They currently have 35 orcs in their pack." Glorfindel paused a moment, giving Elrond a shrewd look. "A contingent of mounted warriors could catch up with them in less than a week."
Elrond frowned. "You want to chase after them? Perhaps we should just let them go. I think our scouts gave them quite the scare. I don't think they'll come back any time soon."
The blonde Elda's eyes hardened. "Elrond, they killed two of my men."
"This is not about revenge. This is about the safety of my people. If we send out warriors, there could be more casualties."
Glorfindel stood and started pacing, obviously agitated. "If we let them get away with this, they WILL return. They will gather more of their foul brethern, and the next raid might not be repelled so easily. We cannot let the evil ones think Imladris is an easy mark."
"There is logic in what you say," Elrond admitted, idly rolling a quill between his palms. "But I hate to put more elves in danger. Erestor, what do you think?"
After a moment of silence, Elrond frowned and glanced over at his chief advisor. "Erestor?" But the raven-haired advisor didn't answer, just continued to look at the report in front of him, his hair falling down around his face.
Glorfindel chuckled softly. "Elrond, he's asleep."
The elf lord gaped in surprise. "Asleep?"
The blonde went quietly to Erestor's side, gently sweeping aside a handful of black tresses. Sure enough, Erestor's eyes were unfocused and vacant. Glorfindel carefully put his hand on the advisor's forehead, concentrating for a moment. "He's utterly exhausted. When's the last time he slept? Before now, that is."
Elrond thought a moment. "Well... with the onset of winter there's always a lot of work to be done. Inventories, repair reports... Erestor has been working hard. And these orc problems haven't made anyone's job easier."
"He needs a vacation."
"Perhaps. But you'll never convince Erestor to take a vacation."
A sly smile came over the beautiful Elda's face. "Maybe I could arrange something."
Elrond gave an un-elf-lord snort. "In between taking care of our orc troubles? Glorfindel, you never told me you possessed the powers of a Vala."
The blonde took an arrogant stance, cocking his hip and tossing his hair over his shoulder. He gave Elrond his most seductive look. "I have powers the Valar WISHED they had!"
Elrond rolled his eyes and sighed. "Havens help us. He thinks he's irresistable."
"That's because I am."
"You're impossible, not irresistable."
Glorfindel grinned broadly. "I am both. And you better be nice to me, because I have the perfect plan to make SURE Erestor stays away from his office for oh, say, two weeks."
"Two weeks? Never!"
"Yes. All you have to do is help me out a bit. Order him to accompany me on the orc patrol."
"What?! Glorfindel, I will not do that. Erestor has not been in combat since the Last Alliance! He is certainly not capable of protecting himself in an orc raid!"
"I will take care of his protection. Think of it - this is just the vacation Erestor needs. Out of the house, riding, traveling through the woods... he'll come alive."
Elrond gazed on the sleeping advisor, looking young and vulnerable in his repose. "The perfect vacation... if you ignore the purpose of the whole thing. How can you make sure he won't be involved in the fighting? He'll be upset if he realizes you're coddling him."
Glorfindel gave him a dazzling smile. "Leave that all up to me. I can handle Erestor. You just have to make sure he comes."
The peredhil stood and walked over to his senschel. "Glorfindel, this is very serious business. I do not want my chief advisor killed by some stray orc arrow."
The blonde went down on one knee, taking Elrond's hand in his and kissing the back of it. "I give you my pledge, my Lord, that Erestor will come back to you safe and sound. I count my own life forfeit should I fail in my sworn duty."
Elrond rolled his eyes at the display. "All right, all right. I'll order him to go along. But I cannot promise he will be a pleasant companion. You know he doesn't enjoy being forced into things."
"Like I said, I can handle Erestor."
"Famous last words, my friend."
Erestor woke slowly, with the odd feeling that something wasn't right. Sitting up in his bed, he immediately spotted the problem. A golden elf-lord was preening in front of his mirror, the advisor's own hairclips in Glorfindel's tresses.
Erestor's eyes narrowed, and his voice was cold. "What, exactly, do you think you are doing?"
Glorfindel jumped and spun around. "I'm sorry," he quickly sputtered, a guilty look on his face. "I didn't realize you were awake."
"Well, I am. What are you doing in my rooms? And WHY are you wearing my jewelry?!"
The Elda blushed, which Erestor fleetingly thought was a good look on the blonde. Glorfindel began yanking the hairclips free. "I'm sorry, I really am! They looked so pretty, and I've never seen you wear them... I just wanted to see how they... well, I mean... I should leave now."
"Hold on!" Erestor barked. "What are you doing here in the first place? And... WHY am I NAKED?!" The advisor blushed this time, pulling the blankets up to his chin.
"There... there's an explanation for this..." Glorfindel was backing towards the door. Erestor looked ready to cause some serious harm. "You see, you fell asleep... and I brought you back to your rooms... and... well, I didn't know if you wore a gown to bed..."
"So you UNDRESSED me?! Get OUT!!" Erestor shrieked. If he hadn't been naked under the sheets, he would have been nose-to-nose with Glorfindel.
Eyes wide, Glorfindel fled the room.
Erestor fumed for a few moments, stalking to his closet and pulling on a silk bed gown. "The NERVE of him! Going through my things, taking off my clothes... Taking off my clothes! Naked! Glorfindel saw me naked! Argh!" He stomped over to his dresser, yanking golden strands of hair from his clips. For some reason, the fact that Glorfindel had seen his naked body was the most disturbing part of the incident.
Erestor had seen Glorfindel naked on more than one occasion, as the senschel frequently bathed in the public springs. As much as he hated to admit it, Erestor had to agree with the common consensus that the blonde had the most gorgeous body in Imladris. Not that he would ever tell Glorfindel that. The blonde was arrogant enough as it was. But even now Erestor's body was reminding him that the Elda was certainly a sight to behold.
Erestor sighed softly and climbed back into bed. He couldn't help but wonder what Glorfindel had thought of his body. Surely he had been amused and full of scorn because of the advisor's physique. Curling up under his blankets, he considered his own looks.
He was quite thin because of the number of meals he frequently missed, too absorbed in his work to take a break. His long black hair and eyes were terribly plain. His skin was too pale, his legs were too long, and his more "personal" areas (which Glorfindel had undoubtably seen) could be called little more than average. Overall, he was no match for the golden beauty.
But what did that matter? He wasn't in a competition with Glorfindel. And what should HE care how the Elda viewed him? Glorfindel had dozens of willing admirers; he would never consider a scrawny advisor.
And why did that bother him?
Glorfindel didn't stop running until he was in his own rooms again. Leaning against the back of his door, he shook his head at himself, face still red. "I cannot believe I was so STUPID!" He should have known that the crafty advisor would wake up at the exact WRONG moment. It was a miracle Erestor had slept as long as he had, especially when Glorfindel had undressed him and tucked him into bed.
The advisor would brand him as a perverted voyeaur and a possible jewelry thief. Wonderful. Just the kind of reputation that a legendary warrior wanted. It was almost as bad as the cocky, slutty bastard that the rest of Imladris held him to be. And it hurt to think of Erestor seeing him that way. It hurt a lot.
Glorfindel had always had a deep sense of respect for the raven-haired elf. Erestor's sharp mind could unravel any problem, and his sharp wit could disarm any opponent. A skilled diplomat and accomplished intellectual were roles the advisor fit naturally. And then there was that distant, sensual nature he possessed. Many hearts had broken in the vain hope to gain Erestor's favor, and Glorfindel wasn't sure the advisor was even aware of it. There were depths to Erestor that a mere elf could never hope to understand.
And as far as his body...
Glorfindel felt the heat in his face rush southward as he remembered it. That pale, pale skin, slowly revealed to his view. Deep, mysterious eyes matching beautifully with his delicate, noble features. Long, slim legs, designed for wrapping around someone's waist. And the perfectly formed penis, just begging to be touched...
Glorfindel realized he'd slipped a hand into his leggings, his own member needing his touch now. He let out a quiet groan as he thought of Erestor, naked and stretched on the bedcovers. Valar, the advisor was so beautiful, so distant and alluring! The unattainable always had a sweeter appeal for him than the easy conquests.
His leggings quickly grew too tight, and he pulled his hand out to fumble at the lacings. Finally freeing himself, he let his leggings fall to his ankles as he began stroking himself in earnest. He moaned as his pleasure grew, imagining Erestor's legs locked around him as he plundered the advisor's depths. "Erestor... I want you..." he groaned, his head falling back against the door, his hand moving quickly. "Ah... yes..." Glorfindel let out a low hiss as his orgasm shot through him. He bucked hard into his hand, picturing Erestor tightening around him. He let himself slide to the ground as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
He sighed and shook his head. In his heart, he knew Erestor was way too good for someone like him. Considering the mess he had just made of himself, the slutty reputation sure made a lot of sense. He had to admit he was rather free with his bed favors. That wasn't good enough for Erestor. The advisor deserved a pure, dedicated lover.
He was just going to have to get this fascination out of his head.
Dawn the next day found a group of elven warriors gathered in the courtyard, preparing for their trip. Erestor was among them, saddling his gray mare. He tugged on the cloak he had donned, feeling awkward around the fighters, all of whom wore heavy armour and long swords. Even the thick tunic and leggings he wore felt wrong to him; he was much more comfortable in robes and ceremonial garb.
He knew this expedition for what it was - a farce to get him away from his work. Elrond had made up an excuse about Erestor negotiating with any traders or hunters they might come across, finally resorting to ordering his advisor to leave. Erestor had felt angry and hurt at the time, but now he just felt foolish and useless.
"Here, try these on." Glorfindel appeared in front of him, carrying an armload of armour. He set it down and offered Erestor a light breastplate, designed to give an archer full range of motion. As Erestor donned it, Glorfindel tighted the girth on his mare, then added several saddlepacks and a small tent.
Erestor was very pleased to find that he remembered how to work all the clasps and buckles to don the armour. However, when he got to the helmet, he found himself at a loss. "The helm is too large," he informed the Elda.
Glorfindel chuckled. "No, it's not. See, I'll show you." Moving behind Erestor, the senschel proceeded to gather up the raven hair into a long braid. He then wound the braid on the top of Erestor's head, in a crown-like effect. When he put the helmet on and buckled it under Erestor's chin, it fit perfectly. "See, we match!" Glorfindel pulled off his own helm to show the golden crown on his head.
"He looks like a king," Erestor thought fleetingly, then quickly checked himself. He was going to be spending a lot of time with Glorfindel in the next few weeks; he needed to keep these thoughts buried deep. Quickly thinking up a witty response, he asked slyly, "Is this to keep us from getting pulled off any cliffs?"
Glorfindel grimaced. "See, one little mistake and they never let you forget it! It was a SURPRISE attack! I didn't have TIME to do my hair up, okay? The Balrog just got LUCKY!"
Erestor laughed along with the nearby warriors who had heard.
Glorfindel shook his head. "Okay, enough picking on me. Let's get mounted and move out! Follow me men!"
They all assembled and headed out. Elrond watched them go from the balcony of his study. He waved to them, but inside he tried to ignore the churning feeling that something was going to go very wrong.
From atop Asfaloth, Glorfindel glanced at his companion. After four days of travel, Erestor was finally starting to relax. The lines of stress had eased and the advisor appeared to be enjoying himself. The crisp weather put color into Erestor's cheeks and a jump into his step. In fact, Erestor looked even more irresistable than usual, and Glorfindel was not the only one to notice. Most of the warriors, man and woman, were watching the dark advisor. For some reason this annoyed Glorfindel. But the worst part was, Erestor seemed to finally find some social skills, and he was flirting with abandon.
Glorfindel finally identified the feeling in his gut - it was jealousy. At first, he tried to convince himself that it was jealousy of the attention Erestor was getting, attention that would normally be focused on HIM. But as he watched the advisor from the shadows of the campfire, he finally admitted the truth. He was jealous that Erestor was flirting with his men and not with him. It was an unusual feeling for Glorfindel, who was used to being the seducer, not the seduced.
A warm body settled next to Glorfindel, and he turned to see who it was. Gildor flashed him a smile. "Sitting here all alone, my captain? You're wasting a good, romantic fire. Want someone to cuddle with?"
Glorfindel smiled gratefully at his companion. Gildor was easy going, friendly, and great in bed. Every now and then the two of them would hook up for a firey fling. Yes, this was just what he needed to forget about Erestor. He fluttered his eyelashes playfully at Gildor, then leaned over for a kiss. Gildor's mouth was warm and inviting, and the blonde let himself sink into the scout's arms.
The kisses started fairly innocent, but Glorfindel's recent frustrations quickly surfaced. He moaned into Gildor's mouth, then started panting when the scout worked down to his neck, expertly avoiding his armour. "Ai... Gildor..." he whispered, but it was Erestor he saw when he closed his eyes. "Take me," he begged.
Gildor paused in his ministrations. He chuckled softly. "I would like to, golden one, but we are being watched."
"Let them watch," Glorfindel hissed, trying to pull Gildor down to the grass.
"It's Erestor."
Glorfindel's eyes flew open and he looked over at the fire. Sure enough, Erestor was staring right at him with a cold look. Erestor stood stiffly and disappeared into his tent. Glorfindel shivered, shocked by how much that simple action affected his emotions.
"Go after him."
"What?!" Glorfindel looked back at Gildor in amazement.
"You heard me. Go after him. If you don't, you'll regret it."
"Gildor... but, what about you? We were..."
Gildor shook his head. "I can find someone else to cuddle with. What you need right now is love. And it just walked into that tent."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I saw his face when I kissed you. He's already plotting my murder. So go get him and tell him to spare me, okay?"
A sneaking suspicion hit him. "Gildor, did you plan this?"
Gildor laughed. "Good luck, captain."
Gathering his courage, the blonde jumped up and strode across the camp, ducking into Erestor's tent.
Erestor fumed as he yanked off pieces of armour and tossed them about his tent. "So, he really is nothing more than a slut," he muttered, angry at himself for developing feelings for the Elda. Hearing a sound at his tent door, he spun to face the intruder.
"Is that how you see me?" Glorfindel asked quietly, his face a mask of stillness.
The advisor was certainly embarrassed at having been caught saying that, but he didn't know how to make it any better. So instead, he resorted to his secondary feelings and let his anger come through. "I guess your job certainly has it's 'perks', doesn't it? Do you just pick and choose your partners, or is there a roster?"
Glorfindel was silent and still. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he gave Erestor a deep bow. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you." He turned and left the tent.
Erestor spent several minutes standing there, going over what had just happened. When his anger cooled, the shame overwhelmed him. He was usually so good with controlling his emotions and being the diplomatic one. But somehow, Glorfindel's presence made everything seem so confusing. Sighing, he left his tent and glanced around the camp.
Gildor walked up to him. "Master Erestor," he said respectfully, then slapped the advisor across the face. While Erestor was still trying to get his wits back together, Gildor hissed at him. "You have no idea the pain he has had to survive through, in this life and the last. Don't you DARE add to that burden. Either go to his tent and tell him you love him, or leave him alone forever." Gildor stalked away before the advisor could respond.
Erestor trembled, feeling confused and slightly frightened. What had he stumbled into? But he could not deny his true feelings, and he made his way to Glorfindel's tent, quietly slipping inside. The blonde was sitting cross-legged on the floor. When he lifted his head to Erestor's presence, the advisor was shocked to see tears running down the beautiful face.
"Please go away," Glorfindel whispered.
Erestor slowly sat in front of the blonde. He reached out to wipe away a tear. "I'm sorry for what I said. I was upset. I didn't mean it."
"Do you know why I came to your tent?" When Erestor shook his head, Glorfindel continued. "I came to tell you that I love you. Gildor helped me to realize it. I love you, Erestor. I want to take you as my mate."
Erestor couldn't breathe. It was like a fantasy, a dream he would awaken from any moment. "You... love me?"
It was then that chaos broke loose. A scream was heard outside of the tent, then came a shrill cry. "Orcs! ORCS! We're surrounded!!"
Glorfindel leapt to his feet. "By the Valar! They doubled back on us!"
Erestor scrambled up as well. "I left my sword and armour in my tent."
Glorfindel turned on him, a cold, commanding look in his eyes. "Stay here. Do you hear me? You are to stay here, under that bed, until I personally come and get you. Do you understand?"
"But Glorfindel..."
"CAPTAIN Glorfindel!" the blonde thundered. "You are under my protection! Now do as I say!!" He handed Erestor his dagger, then pointed at the bed.
Erestor could honestly say that he was afraid of Glorfindel at that moment. THIS was the elf that had led armies and sacrificed his life to kill a Balrog. Erestor took the dagger and, feeling like a child, crawled under the bed.
The screams were terrible, the darkness was complete, and the battle seemed to last forever. Just when Erestor thought he could take no more, there was a rustling at the tent flap. But the gait sounded heavy and awkward, so the advisor stayed quiet and hidden.
"Erestor?" asked a garbled voice. "Erestor, it's... it's Glorfindel..." There was a thud, and Erestor scrambled out.
"Glorfindel?" Sure enough, the blonde was on his knees in the tent, but the sight made Erestor scream. "NO!" He rushed to Glorfindel's side, shocked by the sword which had pierced the captain's stomach. "No... how bad is it?" He tried to examine the wound, but Glorfindel pushed his hands away.
"Leave it... it's too late." The blonde coughed, blood flecks on his lips. "Help me lay down."
Erestor eased Glorfindel onto his back gently. He tried to stay calm, but tears were already coming. "Let me examine you. Elrond has taught me some healing. Maybe I can help. Just let me try..."
"Tell me... tell me you love me... please... even if it's a lie..."
Erestor started to sob. "I love you! I love you, and it's not a lie! Glorfindel, you can't die! Please! I want to be your mate!"
Glorfindel's face screwed up in agony. "Valar, it hurts... please, do you have something... anything to stop the pain..."
"I do, in my tent. Is the battle over?"
"Yes. Please help me, it hurts..."
Erestor ran from the tent, ignoring the carnage and wounded around him. Grabbing the medic kit Elrond had given him, he rushed back to Glorfindel's tent. He came in to see Gildor kneeling at Glorfindel's side. Gildor looked hopefully up at him. "Can you save him?"
"I don't know," he said, yanking out supplies. "Here, can you help him drink this?"
"Don't want to sleep," Glorfindel murmured. "Don't want to slip away... want to see you..."
"It won't put you to sleep, just dull the pain," Erestor reassured him. He leaned down to kiss the blonde's cheek. "I'm not leaving. I'm staying here with you, no matter what happens." Using his dagger, he started cutting away the armour and cloth around the sword. Gildor started to quietly say a prayer to Elbereth.
After several minutes of examination, Erestor gave a small sigh of relief. The wound was jagged and deep, but appeared to have missed any major organs. He couldn't detect any signs of poison, either. "Well, all things considered, you're quite lucky. Glorfindel, if you can stay strong and make it back to Imladris, I think Elrond can heal you."
Glorfindel nodded slightly. "Can you... can you take it out? The pain... the pain is bad."
"I can't take it out. You'd bleed to death. It has to stay in for now. We need to get you back home as soon as possible. Please, let me put you to sleep. The ride will be very long and hard."
"No. I need... to see you... please..."
Erestor nodded. "Alright. Gildor, can you get the men together? We'll need a litter constructed."
Gildor shook his head. "That would take too long. A single rider carrying him would be the fastest way."
Glorfindel moaned and closed his eyes, knowing how much such a journey would hurt him. A litter wasn't so bad, but being horseback would jostle and shake him the whole way. "Do it," he whispered.
A tear slid down Erestor's cheek, but he nodded. "Alright. Who has the fastest horse?"
"Asfaloth is definetly the fastest," Gildor said. "But he won't let any but Glorfindel ride him."
"Maybe he will if we can make him understand what is happening."
"Perhaps," Gildor agreed. "But before that, there's something else I need to ask you. Do you love him?"
Erestor swallowed past the lump in his throat and nodded. "Yes. And he told me he loved me."
"Good. You need to bond with him then. Right now. It might be the only way to give him the strength he needs."
Erestor's head swam. So much, so quickly... his world had turned upside down. But when he considered Gildor's words, he knew the scout was right. If they were bound, Glorfindel could draw on his strength to stay alive. "Very well. Will you be our witness?"
"I would be honored to do so."
"Glorfindel, can you still hear me?"
"Yes," the blonde whispered.
"I want to bind with you to help keep you alive. Will you be my mate?"
"If you love me... I will be your mate." Glorfindel shakily raised his hand.
Erestor took his hand and kissed it. "I love you. May the Valar witness and bless this joining. Glorfindel of Gondolin, I take you as my mate."
"Eres... Erestor... of Imladris... I take... take... ah..." Glorfindel went limp, fainting from the pain.
"Good enough," Gildor declared. "I hereby witness this binding. Do it Erestor, quickly."
Erestor nodded and leaned over his new mate, pressing their foreheads together. Reaching deep inside himself, he summoned his innate elvin magic and reached mentally out to his husband. The link was not totally complete, since Glorfindel was unconcious and unable to secure it from his end, but it was enough to allow their life energies to mingle. Erestor let out a low moan as he felt his strength flowing out of him. "Live, my love," he whispered.
After a moment, Gildor gently pulled Erestor back. "Enough. Don't endanger yourself. See, he's not so pale, and the blood is clotting around the wound."
Erestor checked this for himself, then nodded tirely. "Yes. I think he will be alright. Gildor, you are a better rider than I. Will you take my mate back to Imladris to be healed?"
"Yes, gladly. I swear to keep him safe for you. Stay with the men, but get back as soon as you can. He'll need you to recover."
"Yes. And Gildor... thank you so much. For everything."
Gildor gave a low bow. "It is my honor to serve you." He carefully picked up Glorfindel. "I will see you back in Imladris."
"Safe journey."
When Erestor arrived with the troops back in Imladris, Gildor was waiting for them. He led the advisor to Glorfindel's sick room, where Elrond was currently bathing the angry-looking wound.
"Erestor. Welcome home."
"Thank you my lord. How is he doing?"
"Quite well, thanks to you. He lost a great deal of blood and he will be a long time in recovering, but he will live. Your strength and love pulled him through."
Erestor sighed in relief, unashamedly leaning down to kiss Glorfindel's lips. "Thank the Valar. I assume Gildor told you what happened?"
"Yes. It was very brave of you. You know, with him so close to death, you could have both died."
"I know. It was worth the risk. A life without him wouldn't be worth living."
"Well, congratulations. We'll have an official ceremony when he has recovered."
Erestor nodded. "He never had a chance to seal his mind to mine. Is he well enough to do so now?"
"Yes." Elrond finished bandaging the wound back up. He went and fetched a potion, gently trickling it down Glorfindel's throat.
After a few minutes, Glorfindel started to stir. "Erestor," he sighed.
"I'm here, my love." Erestor kissed him once more. "How are you feeling?"
Glorfindel opened his eyes, adoration clear in them. "I love you," he declared.
Erestor laughed. "I love you too. But that's not what I asked. How are you?"
"I'll be alright, thanks to you. I'm sorry I fell asleep during our wedding."
"He doesn't mind," Elrond assured him. "Just make sure you stay awake during the wedding NIGHT."
Erestor blushed. "Elrond, please!"
"Yes, the thoughts of consummating our marriage will greatly speed my recovery," Glorfindel smiled.
"I think I made a mistake," Erestor muttered, his face bright red.
"Too late now!" Elrond declared. "You're stuck with him now! We don't want him back."
Glorfindel pouted. "Husband, aren't you going to stick up for me?"
"Perhaps. Maybe I'll just wait until after our 'consummating' to see how much I want to defend your honor. Now go back to sleep and heal up." Erestor kissed Glorfindel once more. "I love you."
"I love you too." Glorfindel smiled happily, then drifted back into his healing sleep.
The End
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