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Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are comfortable in their relationship. A secret admirer is determined to change it.
Author's Note: This is for the Slashy Santa Fic Exchange. The request was no rape, non-con or BDSM and to include the elements: Late Autumn, wolves, some kind of pet and a rival. I have done my best and I hope that whoever gets this, enjoys it.
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Erestor hurried through the halls of Imladris, making his way to his office. He and Glorfindel had argued. Glorfindel swore he did not know who had sent the flowers to him, and the note had been signed, Devotedly, Your Secret Admirer, but Erestor still seethed.
All knew he and Glorfindel were a couple. They had been for the last five hundred years! They were still as devoted to each other now, as they were when they first declared their love. It was nobody�s business why they had chosen not to bond, and it was nobody�s business that it was Erestor who was the one who dragged his feet. Had not Glorfindel accepted his hesitation and swore to wait until the end of time if need be? Still, this person had not the right to declare themselves like they did!
He sat at his desk and prepared for the day, his mind preoccupied. Who would DARE such a thing?
Soon Elrond came in and his thoughts WERE truly occupied then, for they started to discuss the harvest festival. It was only one week away and all invitations had been responded to. So now came the task of assigning rooms, making a seating chart for all and sundry, planning the decorating and activities...
Half the day flew by quickly as lists were made, checked, remade and accepted. Elrond asked Erestor to join him for midday meal and Erestor accepted. Maybe he would have the chance to see Glorfindel in the dining halls.
Erestor paused at the entryway to the dining halls, his stomach clenching before anger filled him once more. Glorfindel sat in his usual chair, a large box making funny noises in front of him. The box had been wrapped in beautiful midnight blue paper and tied with a golden bow that matched Glorfindel�s own tresses.
�Glorfindel, what is this?� Elrond called out, a smile upon his face.
Their special guest smiled and cried out, �Come, open it!� Erestor glared at Bilbo. �Damned hobbit! Always getting his nose into everything!�
The reborn warrior looked up and shrugged, �I know not, my lord.� His eyes then met Erestor�s and Glorfindel paled slightly. �Maybe I should just...�
Erestor interuppted him, striding forward to sit beside his lover. He said icily, �Yes Glorfindel, open it. Let us see what this could possibly be?� He watched as Elrond snatched up the note and closed his eyes when his lord started to read it out loud.
�My Dearest Golden Flower,�
Elrond raised his eyebrow.
Glorfindel blushed.
Bilbo grinned.
Erestor seethed.
Elrond cleared his throat with a grin.
�My Dearest Golden Flower,
Know that this gift is given with all the love in my heart. When you hear the howl of the wolf, think of it as the cry of my heart upon the wind, calling out to yours.
Ever Your Slave,
Your Secret Admirer�
Elrond raised his eyebrow again.
Bilbo grinned.
Glorfindel blushed.
Erestor seethed.
�Well come, open it. I don�t think it should be left in the box too much longer.� Elrond stated the obvious. The box had taken to whining now.
�Erestor will you hold the box while I open it?� Glorfindel he knew was trying to get him to relax, and knowing that the box probably contained something of the live nature, was also trying to work on his heart strings.
Erestor said not a word, just picked up the box and placed it on his lap. As Glorfindel slowly started undoing the glorious golden bow that matched his tresses, Erestor�s eyes started to go wide. He lifted the box from his lap, and watched the thin line of warm liquid seeping through it and onto his best work robes.
Elrond laughed.
Bilbo giggled.
Glorfindel paled.
Erestor seethed.
The wolf puppy that was inside the box stuck its head out and licked Erestor on the tip of his nose.
�He likes you.� Glorfindel murmured as he picked the wolf puppy up out of the box. Erestor watched as he buried his face into the soft fur, his eyes darkening as the warrior murmured, �Who would be so thoughtful as to get me such a beautiful and wonderful gift?�
Erestor stood with all the dignity he could considering the front of his best work robes were soaked with wolf piddle. �Obviously not me. Apparently none of the gifts I�ve ever given you were beautiful or wonderful enough.� He lifted his chin and stalked from the dining halls, his appetite gone. Besides, now he needed a bath and a change.
Elrond�s eyebrow raised.
Bilbo�s eyes went wide.
Glorfindel�s jaw dropped.
Erestor sniffed in disdain.
All who saw the Chief Advisor�s black countenance quickly moved out of his way, and all who heard, flinched when the door to he and Glorfindel�s rooms were slammed shut.
Loudly.
The day of the Harvest Festival dawned clear and crisp, the trees an array of colors. Burgundies, golds, reds, oranges and browns fell like a light rain, the crisp leaves crunching under elven feet, and releasing the smells of autumn.
Erestor oversaw the last of the preparations, ignoring his anger at the other gifts Glorfindel had received during the week. Flowers, wine, chocolates... All accompanied by notes of love and dedication.
All accompanied by his lover�s blushes, laughter and good cheer at the attention.
Erestor ground his teeth.
After making himself ready for the festivities in his best robes in burgundy, he made his way outside to the bonfire that was being lit, looking for his lover. He stopped in his tracks when he saw him, wearing clothes he had never seen him in before.
Very tight black leggings hugged his legs and other assets, and was topped with black thigh high boots. A black tunic over a black billowing shirt trimmed in mithril thread, created scrolling patterns of vines and flowers at wrist, neck and hem. It was belted with a mithril chain, upon which the sheath for an ornate sapphire bejeweled dagger rode. A mantle of black hung from his shoulders, pinned by mithril clasps, sweeping behind him to his ankles. His hair was worn down, held back only by a filigree mithril circlet upon his brow.
In essence, he was stunning.
At Glorfindel�s side was the wolf puppy he had named Suklaa*, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth, golden eyes riveted on her owner in worship.
Erestor caught his eye, and Glorfindel blushed as he made his way to him, walking slowly and letting his eyes roam heatedly over the blonde warrior. He did not stop until they were almost touching, and he looked up into his lover�s cerulean eyes, his own dark with desire.
�You had special clothes made for today.� He said low and huskily.
His eyes narrowed a bit as Glorfindel paled. �Well...uh...you see it�s like this Erestor...�
�Yes?�
Glorfindel swallowed audibly, �It...the whole ensemble that is...was...a gift.�
Erestor pulled away with a hiss. �You mean THIS is from your secret admirer?�
Glorfindel if he could, would have paled more. Glorfindel squeaked, �Yes.�
�That does it! We are a couple, all know this. I will no longer put up with someone wooing MY mate! Come with me!�
He gave Glorfindel no choice as he reached up and grabbed the warrior by the tip of his ear and gave a slight twist. He started walking, giving Glorfindel no choice but to follow or lose his ear.
�Erestor!� Glorfindel cried out. Yet, he followed. The warrior bent over and twisted to relieve as much pressure from the pain as possible.
Erestor did not answer his mate, but marched through the crowd that parted for them, their eyes wide as they watched with amusement. Elrond looked startled and as if he wished to flee when they stopped in front of him.
�Bind us!�
�Excuse me?�
�Bind us now, Elrond.�
Elrond raised an eyebrow.
Bilbo, whom he had been chatting with, giggled.
Glorfindel�s eyes went wide with wonder.
Erestor only glared.
Elrond looked at Glorfindel who was still bent over and twisted, but now with a huge smile on his face that was directed straight at Erestor.
�Do you agree to this Glorfindel?�
Glorfindel winced as he tried to nod his head, and opted to speak instead. �Aye, my lord.�
�If you wish then.�
Erestor growled. �It is what we wish Elrond, now get on with it!�
Elrond raised an eyebrow and Erestor raised his, right back. The Lord of Imladris cleared his throat, and the binding ceremony began.
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After all was said and done, Elrond was getting drunk.
Glorfindel was beaming unabashedly at his new husband.
Bilbo was grinning.
And Erestor was standing upon a platform informing the residents of Imladris, that if there were any more notes and gifts, he would personally find out who it was and kill them in their sleep.
He looked down when he felt a tug on his robes. Bilbo stood grinning up at him. �Yes hobbit?� He asked snidely.
Bilbo shrugged. �I only wished to see the two of you bound like you should be. I�m glad it worked, because it was getting mighty expensive.�
All watched as Erestor stiffened, his face turning red with rage, and his eyes started flashing fire.
�It was you? The bane of my existence? A HOBBIT?!�
�Well, yes.� Bilbo replied matter-of-factly with a shrug. �I think it was a right good idea, if I do say so myself.�
Bilbo made his escape as Elrond and Glorfindel held Erestor back, wincing at each oath he lay upon the hobbit�s head. Bilbo�s laughter was the only other thing heard, fading into the distance.
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�I will admit, the hobbit does have great taste.�
A moan filled the air as Glorfindel�s clothing was removed, skin being kissed as it was revealed. He writhed upon the bed as his husband drove him to distraction with lips, tongue and hands.
Soon two bodies were writhing upon the bed, cries of ecstasy filling the room as Erestor impaled himself upon his new lover, after they spoke the private words of binding, joining their souls together for eternity.
Both reached their peak together, amid swirls of color as their fea joined to become one.
Later Glorfindel chuckled, �We are going to have to thank Bilbo.�
Erestor growled, �I suppose you are right. For once the meddlesome hobbit did something right.�
�I love you, Erestor.�
�And I you, Glorfindel.�