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Summary: One night in the lives of our heroes in the Blessed Realm. PWP? Why, yes, it certainly is!
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Erestor closed the bedchamber door behind
him as quietly as he could. Glorfindel had retired hours ago citing
fatigue from working with their most recent set of yearling horses and
his mate was loathe to wake him. On silent feet, the dark-haired elf
moved to the clothespress and removed his nightclothes, carrying them
into the bathing chamber with him.�
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He was later coming to bed than he had
planned to be, but balancing the account ledgers had taken far longer
than he had anticipated. As much as he loved his golden-haired spouse,
Glorfindel had an annoying habit of neglecting to log his expenditures
in the ledgers. He did, however, keep his receipts and so Erestor was
eventually able to sort out how much he had spent and with whom. Invariably,
it was something related to his beloved horses.�
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Dropping his robes into the hamper they
conveniently kept in the bathing chamber, Erestor blew out the lamp
and padded noiselessly through the archway into the bedchamber and stopped
just inside. There, on the large bed, lay his mate. Glorfindel lay on
his stomach, one hand trailing off the bed, hair spread over the pillow,
and gloriously nude. Erestor gazed appreciatively at him for a few moments,
a proprietary smile gracing his fine features. Glorfindel normally wore
loose, baggy sleep pants old enough to have reached elven majority to
bed. That he had eschewed them could mean only one thing and Erestor
was more than happy to oblige him.�
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He approached the bed slowly, savoring
the sight of his lover spread out on the bed like a feast for his eyes.
Reaching Glorfindel�s side, Erestor trailed his fingers lightly down
the silken skin of his back to his firm, rounded backside, cupping the
taut curve with his hand.� Under his touch, his lover stirred and
rolled over, drawing Erestor down onto the bed and into his arms.�
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�You are overdressed, meleth,� the
golden-haired elf murmured, nuzzling his lover�s neck.�
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�That is easily remedied,� Erestor
replied, running his hand along Glorfindel�s flank.�
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�Mmmm, then remedy it.� He nipped
gently at a tempting ear tip, grinning when Erestor gasped and stood,
quickly shedding his clothing. Before his clothing hit the floor, Glorfindel
was drawing him back down to lie atop him. For several moments, there
were no sounds save soft moans and sighs.�
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�Inside, I want you inside,� the
golden-haired Vanyar moaned, writhing and thrusting against his lover.
Unable to resist his needful pleas, Erestor reached to the bedside table,
fumbling in the drawer for the small pot of salve they kept there. Anointing
first his lover�s opening and then his arousal, Erestor fought to
maintain his control. Gently, he urged Glorfindel�s legs up onto his
shoulders before carefully pressing into him. Glorfindel nigh sobbed
with relief as he was breached. Any intentions Erestor might have had
of starting off slowly were cast to the wind when his mate flexed his
back, arching into him.�
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�Eru!� the dark-haired elf gasped,
beginning to thrust with abandon.�
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�Yes, Valar, yes! Harder, meleth!��
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Neither of them could last long at such
a pace and only a few moments later Glorfindel spent, his muscles clenching
around Erestor and precipitating his climax as well. They collapsed,
sated, in a tangle of limbs.�
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�I have been wanting that all day,�
Glorfindel said, once he regained the power of speech. �I vow, it
is quite difficult to train horses while aroused. It tends to get in
the way.� Erestor snorted at the mental image his admission engendered.�
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�I imagine it did! Why did you not
seek me out? You know I would have indulged you at any time,� Erestor
queried, lazily running his fingers down his lover�s hip and nuzzling
into his neck.�
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�I would have liked nothing better,
but I needed to spend some extra time with that gray stallion Thranduil
is buying. He is an exceptionally intelligent animal, and I want him
trained to his limits before he is gifted to Legolas.� He leaned in
for a lingering kiss. �You know how Thranduil is, even now.��
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�I do not think it is that so much
as it is that the horse is a gift for Legolas. Thranduil has always
doted on him, and even more since his arrival here. He misses his mortal
friends so, particularly Gimli. Even with his bonding to Haldir, Thranduil
fears that he will fade and seeks to remind him that he does have others
who love him,� Erestor said, unconsciously tightening his grip on
his mate.�
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�Haldir would never allow Legolas to
fade, anymore than you would have allowed me to had the twins chosen
as their sister did,� He stroked the tousled midnight locks back from
Erestor�s face. �Nor would Celebrian have allowed Elrond to.��
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�Ai, no, I would not. I do not even
like to think on that.��
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�Hush, meleth, it did not happen.�
He pulled the dark-tressed elf into a tight embrace, pressing light
kisses on his temple. �Let me give you something else to think on,�
he said, his hands straying down his lover�s body. Erestor gave a
chuckle, muffled though it was by Glorfindel�s neck.�
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�You are insatiable,� he remarked,
raising his head to look Glorfindel in the eye. �Not that I am complaining.��
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�You are beautiful,� his mate replied,
rolling him onto his back, �And I cannot get enough of you.� Glorfindel
grinned down at him. �I believe it is my turn to be on top.��
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�Insatiable and cheeky! I seem to recall
you begging to be taken just a short while ago.��
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�And so I did! Now I wish to be buried
to the hilt in that lovely backside of yours and ride you until you
scream with pleasure.� He licked the edge of the ear nearest his mouth.
�Roll over, meleth.��
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Erestor rolled with an eagerness that
drew a smug grin from his lover. Glorfindel slid his hand up the firmly
muscled thighs to the buttocks presented so enticingly to him. He lightly
nipped each globe, making his spouse gasp and jump. He ran his tongue
along the crease where the leg met the rear, delighting in the moans
the action drew forth.�
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�Tell me what you want, meleth,�
he whispered huskily, nuzzling the firm flesh his tongue had just sampled.�
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�You,� Erestor moaned, shifting restlessly
under him. �You deep inside me.��
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�Your desire is my command,� he replied,
positioning himself to breach the dark haired elf beneath him. His mouth
latched onto the sensitive nape of his lover�s neck and he sucked
hard, marking Erestor as he buried his arousal in tight, satiny heat. �
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It was the wee hours of the morning before
they settled into a comfortable embrace, each drifting toward reverie.�
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�You are my heart,� Glorfindel whispered,
running a hand down the silken flesh of his mate�s back. Erestor snuggled
closer, murmuring sleepily in reply.�
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�Love you, too.� He sighed heavily,
already dropping deeply into his dreams. His lover smiled, burying his
nose in the dark tangle of his hair and drifting into elven sleep.�
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