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Greedy Glorfindel
Author: Lily Frost
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warnings: none
Request: Fluff, Imladris-centric, romance, happy-ending. Snow. A forever love - no one night stands or promiscuous elves
Written For: Aglarien
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Erestor always woke at cocks crow. Every day, even those few and far between days that he had off, or mornings after drinking (which were even more scarce then his days off) or after staying up late in his study, reading and writing constantly until his eyes could no longer stay open, Erestor would rise early. Even on mornings when the night before he had fallen asleep at his desk and later had been carried to bed by his husband, he would rise early. Like this morning. He scrubbed at his eyes and blinked owlishly, realizing that he had simply been stripped out of his formal robes and left to sleep in his drawers rather than put into a night robe. Actually, how had he gotten to bed? He had been bone-tired the night before, indeed the last few days he had been weary with the last fortnight of preparation for the Yule celebration. It was dark still, so he lit a candle and pulled on a warm robe.
Elrond was busy more often than not with his new daughter, and the work load had shifted so that Erestor took more on. This had been a good arrangement at first, but with Yule two days away, Erestor found himself swamped with arrangements to be made for food, music, decorations, housing for guests, not to mention the normal paperwork on top of it all. Celebrian would normally help a lot, but she was still recovering from the birth and spent much of her time with Elrond, trying to figure out what their wailing infant wanted. Erestor smiled affectionately at that thought; another elfling was a welcome addition to Imladris, and he and an inkling from the strength of her voice that she would grow to have their mother�s strong singing voice. Or at least her volume.
Swaying a little on his feet, Erestor made his way to their private bathing chamber (a wedding gift from Elrond), in his weariness not noticing that Glorfindel was not in their bed as he usually was at this early hour.
To Erestor�s utter surprise, the bath had already been drawn; it was full to the brim with hot, lavender-scented water, and the room was lit with red candles on every available surface. His most comfortable tunic had been laid out for him, with a note, in Glorfindel�s big, scrawling (nearly illegible) hand, resting on the top. It read:
Dearest,
You work far too hard. Please, take your time and enjoy your bath.
I�ve decided what I want for Yule. I hope you don�t mind giving it to me a couple of days early.
With Love, Glorfindel
Decided what he wants, eh? Erestor thought to himself, raising an eyebrow at the note. He had to go to the market place anyway, to get that order of ribbons for the decorating team, so he could pick up Glorfinel�s gift then. The robe pooled at his feet, and he stepped out of his drawers and into the fragrant water. Immediately he wished that he could go back to sleep right then and there, in the tub. He washed himself quickly, with the intent of allowing himself a few moments of enjoyment, and then sank deep into the water. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes for just a moment - or so he told himself he would.
There was light coming through the window when he woke, and the water was cooling. Erestor cursed under his breath and quickly got out, shivering. He dried himself, dressed, and left the bathing chamber only to find Glorfindel waiting for him, at the little table in their room, smiling. A breakfast worthy of a hobbit was laid out in front of him. There were eggs cooked just as Erestor liked them (poached, with the yolks cooked through), and toast, griddlecakes, a half-dozen different kind of pastries, fruit of all sorts in little slices or dried, porridge, a jug of milk, and a pot of tea, wrapped up so that it would stay hot. There were jams and jellies, butter and syrup, and it all smelt divine.
Glorfindel smiled, �Join me in breaking my fast?�
Erestor returned the smile, and kissed Glorfindel on the cheek. �I am afraid that I do not have time, love, but thank you for the bath. I am already running late.�
�You must eat, though. You have not had breakfast all week. I asked.�
Erestor plucked a pastry off the table and took a bite, making towards his wardrobe to fetch robes to go over what he was wearing, �I will eat this on my way then.�
�Not good enough.�
�Alright, two of them then, and some tea.�
�Nope. Still not good enough. I want you to sit down and enjoy this meal.�
�But I can�t. I have a lot of paperwork to do, and I must go to the market to pick up ribbons, and --�
�That�s what I want for Yule.�
�Ribbons?�
�No.�
�Then tell me.�
�I want you.� Glorfindel said in a sultry voice, moving with the smoothness of a jungle cat to spoon himself against Erestor from behind and nip at one delicately pointed ear, �You, all to myself today.�
Erestor groaned. �Not today. Couldn�t I just pick you up some nice new boots or something shiny?�
�Nope. Not good enough.�
�But what abou--�
�I have asked Elrond and Melpomaen to handle it all.�
�But Elrond--�
�He said that he can leave Arwen for one day with Celebrian and the twins.�
�But Mel--�
�Is experienced enough to be able to act under Elrond�s supervision. And the next time I hear you say �butt� it had better have sexier connotations than Melpomaen�s grammatical errors.�
This incited a small smile from Erestor, �Gildor certainly was not too happy about his son being referred to as �she� and �your daughter�.�
�Well, it was a valid error... I�m not too sure if it was grammatical, rather than a simple mistaking of gender, not too hard if you look at that elfling. Now will you stay with me and talk and eat?�
Erestor sighed, realizing that Glorfindel had covered all the grounds, �Very well, I shall have breakfast with you.�
�Good.� Glorfindel smiled, pulling out a chair for Erestor who took it graciously and tucked in, only now realizing how hungry he was. He could spare a little while for breakfast, but then he would have to pick it up from there.
In the end he managed to eat an awful lot compared to what he normally ate, and he enjoyed it, chatting with Glorfindel about Gildor�s children, Elrond�s new daughter, what the twins were being taught in their music studies, and Asalfoth�s sore hoof. Whenever the conversation veered towards the upcoming Yule celebration, Glorfindel quickly steered it away. �That was delicious, thank you.� Erestor stood up, smiling at Glorfindel and leaning to give him a short kiss. He went to the door.
�Stop right there. I hope you aren�t going where I believe you�re going...�
�The tailor�s shop, to get ribbon for decorating the Hall. And then my study, because the decorators will be there waiting for it already, I think, and then I need to decide what else to make for dessert, and--�
Glorfindel regarded Erestor sceptically, �You really are a determined little bird, aren�t you?�
�I am. And, being a bird,� Erestor spat the affection, �I do not much like being caged up all day.�
�Very well. We will go for a walk then, even to the tailor�s if you like, but it will be an enjoyable walk and we will not hurry, will we?�
�We will not hurry.� Erestor rolled his eyes, knowing that if he protested too much he�d simply get tied to the bed.
�Gil will come with us.� Glorfindel whistled, calling his lean, tawny hunting hound from her bed. She bounded up to them and licked his hand, wagging her, an excited gleam in her warm brown eyes. The two elves were standing by the door in their cloaks, a sure sign that a walk was in order.
�Why not.�
�Take your cloak, dear, you don�t want to catch cold.� Glorfindel said, passing Erestor his heavy winter cloak from the wardrobe, and pulling on his own.
Erestor rolled his eyes, �Elves do not fall ill unless they are severely exhausted, fading, or otherwise weakened.�
�You are nearly swaying on your feet with exhaustion. I�d rather have you in bed resting, but if you want to go for a walk, then a walk we can go for a walk.�
�I am sure that you would have me in bed, but as for �resting�, that�s a whole other story.� Erestor snorted.
Glorfindel ignored him, changing the subject completely, �It snowed again last night, and it looks simply lovely.�
�Agh! More snow, I need to contact someone to clear the pathways...� While elves could in fact walk on snow, Imladris also had many humans, and even a few halflings and dwarves, wintering there - more even, than usual, for the Yule celebration.
�No, there are elves already on it, I am sure.�
Erestor sighed, �I suppose we�ll see about that once we�re outside.�
Smiling at Erestor, Glorfindel nodded and pulled on his boots. He let Erestor out of their chamber. Gil loped ahead of them down the corridor, staying just within eyesight until they reached the door which she nosed and pawed at.
�Yes, yes, girl. Here you are.� Erestor let her out the back door, into the garden where she yipped happily like a puppy and began trying to eat the falling snowflakes. He had to smile, just a little, at her behaviour, and it warmed Glorfindel�s heart to see that little red mouth in an expression of joy rather than drawn in concentration or lax in exhaustion.
Glorfindel drew up beside his husband, wrapping a large hand around the delicate scribe�s hand, drawing it into his pocket to keep it warm. The snow was falling, but very lightly now, with big, fat, fairytale flakes that covered blanketed everything in a layer of down. Freshly fallen snow was very beautiful, Erestor would admit, but he fretted until he came across the main pathway and saw that it had been scraped clean. From there him And Glorfindel went through the courtyard garden pathways, stepping lightly atop the new snow, towards the little street of shops. Their breaths came in little clouds in the air in front of them, and the sky was a dazzling white above, as if reflecting the ground below. Glorfindel checked Erestor�s pace, forcing him to walk slower. He was very truly enjoying himself, and he had to smile when Erestor stopped to close his eyes and lift up his face towards the sky, caught up in a secret moment of silent conversation with the sky.
There were snowflakes in his eyelashes, melting to dew in the heat that radiated from his skin, and in his hair, starkly white against its darkness. Glorfindel found his breath catching, whether from the cold air or from how Erestor looked in that moment, he was not sure, but he speculated it was the later; Erestor was exquisite then - utterly an elf, revelling in natures elements. He lowered his face again, pale as the sky above, and in an instant brought his body close enough to Glorfindel�s to kiss him. It was a deep, drawn-out, kiss, the heat of it more pronounced by the frosty air, and when they drew back, they were breathless, gazing adoringly into one another's eyes. Glorfindel opened his mouth to speak, but Erestor put a cold finger over his lips, and was about to kiss him again, when he was very rudely interrupted.
�Splat!� A snowball hit him in the back of the head, trickling cold and wet down his collar.
�Elladan!� Glorfindel cried, his eyes wide.
�Nay, that is Elrohir, I am Elladan!� Called another voice nearby him, and Glorfindel suddenly had something wet and solid hit his face. Elladan ran away laughing.
Once Glorfindel had, with as much dignity as he could muster, cleaned off his face, he turned to Erestor, about to propose that they quicken their pace. He was surprised to see the dark advisor on his knees, patting together some of the powdery snow into a ball shape.
�Erestor?� he asked.
�If it is a war they want,� Erestor stood, looking very serious and proper - besides the glimmer in his eyes that belied his true intentions, �then it is a war they shall get.�
�Ah, love, you surprise me at times. Shall we?�
Erestor answered by aiming a snowball at Elrohir, who ducked behind a tree, but still caught a little bit of it against his back.
Elladan nailed Glorfindel in the arm, who turned and entered the brawl with all the eagerness of an elfling. Gil, too, was joining in enthusiastically, jumping into the air to catch all the snowballs that came their way in her mouth.
Soon Glorfindel had Elladan cornered, and was armed with a snowball in each hand and smiling like a cat approaching a canary. Elladan had nowhere to run to, and if he bent to make a projectile, Glorfindel would surely get him. So he switched tactics.
�Ai, Glorfindel, I surrender. I am frozen to the very bone.� He held out his hands to show that he held no artillery.
�Do you truly, son of Elrond?�
�Yes, I do.�
Glorfindel slowly set down his snowballs, �Very well then, shall we go inside and warm u--�
He was cut off by a battle cry that would someday strike fear into the hearts of evil creatures as Elrohir tackled him from nowhere. Glorfindel, though unprepared for the attack, was still not brought to the ground, as even Elrohir�s full weight could not pull him down. Then Elladan joined, and the sudden momentum toppled Glorfindel off-balance and into the deep snow, with two overgrown elflings on top of him.
Elladan proceeded to wash Glorfindel�s face in the snow, while Elrohir stuffed fistfuls of snow down the back of his tunic. Glorfindel squirmed and yelped, �Erestor! Help me!�
But Erestor was too busy laughing at the sight of it to offer Glorfindel a hand right away, and though Glorfindel was having cold snow freezing his back, his heart was warmed by hearing that laugh.
Eventually Erestor joined into the battle, pulling Elrohir off and wrestling him in the snow; they were both rolling around, snow flying all about. They were about evenly matched, but Elladan was now overpowered by Glorfindel and Gil.
Soon they all five lay back, in the snow, panting and shivering.
�Truce?� The twins asked, at the same time.
�Truce.� Agreed Glorfindel and Erestor.
Erestor and Glorfindel left the twins with their mother, who rolled her eyes and quickly set to getting them dry clothes, telling them to go stand by the fire. Glorfindel stopped by the kitchens to ask that some tea be brought to their chambers, and then they headed back up the stairs, leaving a trail of water and melting snow.
Once inside, Glorfindel built up the fire and started stripping away Erestor�s clothing, hanging it up near the hearth so that it would dry. The wet tunic peeled away, and beneath it his skin was red from the cold. Erestor sniffled in the sudden warmth, and accepted a blanket with many words of thanks. He went to return the favour of stripping Glorfindel, but was interrupted by a maid with a pot of tea. She took the breakfast tray, and smiling (she was glad to see the content expression on Erestor�s face) left them. Gil shook herself, sending water everywhere, and Glorfindel sighed, pleased that they hadn�t yet redressed. If they were to do that at all... he eyed Erestor who sat cross-legged before the fire, gazing happily into the dancing orange flames.
�Come over here.� Erestor said, motioning for Glorfindel to kneel before him. He gently pulled off the cloak and tunic, kissing the cold skin as he did so. �You�re frozen through and through.�
�And so are you, lovely one.�
�Stand.� Glorfindel complied, facing away from the fire, and Erestor unlaced his leggings and pulled those, and his drawers, down.
�Hmn, very cold.� Erestor observed, looking at Glorfindel�s limp elfhood. �I can correct that, I�m sure.� And with those words, he leant forward and took a playful lick. Glorfindel gasped, as he responded, growing taut. He grasped either side of their fireplace, bracing himself so that he would not get too close to it (already his rear end was growing very warm).
Then Erestor wrapped him in that delicious warmth of his mouth, and Glorfindel bucked against him, crying out. Erestor teased and played, with lips, tongue and teeth, bringing Glorfindel to full arousal and attention. And then he let go, and looked up with those huge, storm-grey eyes, pleading for... offering himself.
�On the bed.� Glorfindel said huskily
Erestor complied gladly, dropping the blanket and quickly closing the thick curtains so that the room was dark besides the orange light cast up by the fire. He lay on the bed and Glorfindel was upon him in an instant, kissing him roughly and rubbing his body against his. Their cocks touched and pressed into each other�s thighs and hips so hard it was almost painful. Glorfindel�s hands tangled into the ebony hair, and Erestor decided that he loved this moment in the dance of love the most; the moments after foreplay and before penetration where they both were hot and hard, ignoring the little things that were sometimes bothersome otherwise - a strand hair in the mouth, a knee bent at an odd angle, and other such things.
Erestor�s mouth found Glorfindel�s naked shoulder and he sucked and nibbled until there was a tiny red welt on one side, and then on the other - it was his way of saying �Mine!� to any who might happen to see the golden physique while on patrol, and Glorfindel had an unwarrior-like tendency to bruise easily. Hands found their way downwards, running along hips and sides and shoulders, and coming to clasp around cocks, tugging in time with one another.
�Ai!� At last Erestor could take no more of the teasing. He pushed Glorfindel off of him lightly, the sort of push that Glorfindel understood meant �Get the oil.�, and turned onto his front.
�What kind would you like to use today love?�
�I don�t care, any kind...�
�Very well, lavender then.� Glorfindel took the vial of oil and quickly lubricated himself, and then Erestor�s opening, slowly slipping a finger, and then two, inside to help stretch him. Erestor groaned and bucked, though he shivered a little in the still-cold room.
With a blanket over him, falling all the way around both of them and over their heads, Glorfindel knelt on either side of Erestor, resting his head next to his husband�s in the dark stuffiness. �So, can I open up my gift yet, or must I wait until Yule?�
�Ai, no! Open it now!�
�If you say so.� Glorfindel grinned and plunged himself deep into Erestor, eliciting a deep groan from both of them.
Slowly Glorfindel started to rock, increasing the tempo as he went. Erestor bucked against him and rode with it, feeling Glorfindel�s sweat drip onto his back. Still inside of him, Glorfindel encouraged him to roll sideways, and they stayed spooned like that, moving to the same ancient rhythm, except like this Glorfindel could reach one hand around and pump him at the same time. Erestor moaned, and felt hot teeth nibble at his ear.
It took longer than usual to make it to climax, as they had not lain together for some time, and they were in no rush to finish, as they had not had a chance to lately and wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. So, when they did finally get there, both felt as if they would burst. His mind fogged with the passion of it all, Glorfindel could only ask in gasps, �Are you... almost... there...�
�I am very near.�
�On the count of three, then?�
�One.� Erestor said.
�Two.� Glorfindel.
�Three!� Both moaned in unison, and then Erestor screamed with such extreme delight that Glorfindel thought they would later get complaints, but he frankly did not care, as he was releasing himself into Erestor in several last thrusts, each time holding himself for longer inside as Erestor clenched around him and spilt over their sheets, his belly, and Glorfindel�s hand in a thick mess.
They collapsed with sighs, Glorfindel still inside, feeling the last few weak tremours. Eventually Erestor pulled away, and turned around, shoving the blanket down to their waists. He reached to brush some of Glorfindel�s sweat-soaked hair out of his face, their eyes darting across each other�s faces. With a sigh he rested his head onto Glorfindel�s chest for a few seconds, and then lifted it to kiss him again - not the demanding kisses of before - but pleased, thankful, loving kisses.
Ultimately this silence was broken by Glorfindel, �So, what about the tailor�s shop and the ribbons?�
�Bullocks to the ribbons. They can hang themselves up. I have a husband to take care of.�
Glorfindel chuckled, �And yourself, don�t forget.�
�Aye, I guess I do. Does that include me getting the top next time?�
�Hmn... perhaps.�
�Perhaps? Nay, I demand it.�
�I suppose.�
�Turn over then.�
�You can�t possibly want to go again so soon after all that...� Glorfindel groaned.
�I was kidding, love. I�ll give you a break.� Erestor kissed his nose and happily snuggled under the blanket, against Glorfindel�s hot body. He closed his eyes, as elves do when very tired, and was asleep quickly. Glorfindel was relieved; Erestor truly did need the rest. He had felt very greedy for wanting Erestor all to himself, but less so when he realized how exhausted the advisor had been.
Glorfindel stroked the pale face and dark hair, marvelling at it�s sleekness and the way the firelight played upon his husband�s skin, making him appear all at once warm and smooth and cool, and realized how lucky he was; he had gotten exactly what he wanted for Yule, and days early at that!
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The End
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