On a Whim

Summary: Glorfindel decides to visit his old lover after many years of them being apart, but he is uncertain of what his visit will bring.

Author's Note: Well, I�m all for the bonus points, so hope you enjoy the Fingolgin-Glorfindel lovefest. Enjoy! ^_^

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�Nana, nana!� Fingon slammed the door open as he entered the house, running at full speed. �Nana, there is a strange ellon coming up the path! His hair is like pure gold! I think he is a Vanya,� added the youngling after he caught his breath.

Anair� turned away from the counter where she had just started to prepare supper. Water boiled in a large pot and a small loaves of bread awaited their turn in the hearth. Through the doorway, she could see the one her son was pointing to, and she nodded. �Fetch your father, Fingon. That is Lord Glorfindel, a friend of your father�s. Do you remember Lord Glorfindel?�

Fingon�s blank stare should have sufficed, but he answered with, �No, mama, I do not.�

�You met him a few years after you were born, but I suppose that still was some time ago.� Anair� wiped her hands on her apron and shooed Fingon in the direction of the hallway that led to the back door. �Your father should be at his forge; let him know he has a visitor.�

�Should I tell him who?� asked Fingon, already halfway down the hall and shouting back.

�No, let that be a surprise.� Anair� untied her apron and hung it across the back of a chair, then went to the doorway and waited until Glorfindel had made it past the wooden gate of the fence that enclosed a small garden at the front of the residence. �Good day, Glorfindel. I have sent for Fingolfin; I did not know you were coming to call.�

�A good day to you as well, m�lady,� answered the Vanya, bowing accordingly. �Neither did I know I would be here; I made the journey on a whim.�

The sound of another door slamming could be heard, and Fingon came running into the kitchen from the hall. �Mama, Papa will be in as soon as he finishes mending your big pot. The new handle looks good on it.� Fingon shoved his hands into his pockets as the blond Elda entered the house; not even his father was so tall.

�Fingon, this is Lord Glorfindel, as I said. Glorfindel, my son, Fingon.� Anair� stepped aside as Glorfindel offered his hand. Fingon shook it and offered a polite �how do you do?� which was answered and returned as the back door once again was heard being opened and closed.

When Fingolfin entered, Glorfindel was already fielding a barrage of questions from young Fingon. �Why do you talk so funny?�

�I speak Quendya; it is a little different from your Noldorin version of Quenya,� replied Glorfindel, trying to substitute the Noldorin where he could.

�Do the Vanyar all live near Ilmarin?�

�There may be a few who do not, but indeed, I live there, on the slopes of Taniquetil. My family�s home is there, and we tend the most amazing gardens of yellow foxgloves and golden flax.�

�Fingon, your questions will tire our guest.� Fingolfin smiled warmly, reaching past his son to clasp Glorfindel�s arm. �Good to see you, my friend.�

�Likewise.� Glorfindel nodded. �Do not worry about his questions. I enjoy talking, you know that.� The golden lord gave his host an impish grin.

�I hope you enjoy bathing as well,� spoke Anair�, who had returned from another room. In her arms she held a couple of large towels as well as a soap cake. �I mean no disrespect to you, Glorfindel, but you walked the way here, did you not?�

�Aye. As I said, it was a whim.�

Anair� deposited the items into Glorfindel�s arms. �Behind the forge and the barn is a little brook. I suggest you make good use of the time you have before dinner.�

�Yes, m�lady. Thank you,� he said, laughing a little.

A finger was wagged in Fingolfin�s direction. �I think you may need a bath worse than he does.�

�What?� Fingolfin wiped the soot from his cheeks, which did little more than smear it further and dirty his hands. �I washed up at the pump.�

�Yes, I can see that,� Anair� sighed. �Show him where the brook is, Fingolfin, and I will send Fingon out with fresh clothing when dinner is ready.�

Fingolfin laughed. �Alright, you win. As usual.� He winked at Anair�s eye-rolling before turning back to Glorfindel. �This way; it is easier to go through to the back, but I doubt she wants the stink getting all through the house.�

It was a short walk to the creek, which was hidden by willows, birches, and overgrown shrubs. A portion of it had been modified, with a hewn stone stairway allowing one to enter it easily. There were strategically built stone structures in the water as well, creating places to sit while in the water. The current was strong, but not so daunting that it might sweep them away or under, and even so, the water came only as high as their waists.

Fingolfin was already pealing off his clothing and tossing it onto a large rock on the shore, while Glorfindel looked for a suitable spot to place the towels. �So you walked from Taniquetil?�

�I did.� Glorfindel set the towels near Fingolfin�s grimy clothing and began to remove his own shirt and jerkin. �I thought I was only going to stop at the market, but there was nothing at the market that I wanted. Then, I was going to go home, but I was walking in the wrong direction, and by the time I reached the bottom of the mountain... I remembered it had been a while since I had seen you.�

�It has been a while,� agreed Fingolfin, sinking into the cool but comfortable water. �Often I have wondered why you never visit anymore.�

�Three reasons I can think of,� spoke Glorfindel, adding his boots to the pile. �Your wife,� he said, pushing down his pants, �your son,� he added, tossing his undergarments aside, �and your wife and your son.� Glorfindel brought the cake of soap with him as he entered the water. �He looks a lot like you.�

�Thank you. He acts quite like me, as well.�

�I noticed. All of the questions. Questions, questions, questions.�

�I am inquisitive.�

�That you are.� Glorfindel began to wash the dust from his journey from his skin, while Fingolfin sat on his rocky perch and observed him.

As Glorfindel worked his way down to his toes, Fingolfin dipped beneath the water and washed his hair. �So, you thought you should not come here because of Anair� and Fingon?�

�It seemed to present an awkward situation.�

�Would it be any less awkward if I were to tell you that Anair� frequently takes leave to see E�rwen?�

Glorfindel offered the soap to Fingolfin and then tipped his head back to scrub his golden mane. �Should it be?�

�They are lovers, and were long before Anair� and I met,� answered Fingolfin as he washed his back. �I would not think to begrudge them their time together, just as my wife would not interfere with our relationship.� Moving to stand before Glorfindel, Fingolfin touched his soapy hand upon Glorfindel�s damp shoulder. �I told you, my father insisted upon this marriage. How else was I to have any heirs?�

�I know, I know.� Glorfindel stepped away and splashed water over his shoulders, then took up the spot where Fingolfin had been sitting. �Still... I did not know if you wished me to come or to wait or what you wanted of me.�

�I still... I still want you. I did not think I had to summon you; I guess I just expected you to continue to visit as you always had.� Fingolfin shrugged as he flung the soap onto the rocky shore.

�Well, here I am. Not even the thought of it being a social taboo has stopped me.� Glorfindel looked up at the veiled stars, the misty mid-afternoon light of Laurelin dulling their true brilliance.

Fingolfin tilted his head as well, taking in the glorious sight of the heavens. That is, he was doing that before he was suddenly dragged down into the water by the force of Glorfindel pouncing him. �I have you now!� declared the golden lord as he pinned Fingolfin down in a shallow area of the brook.

�Or do you?� Fingolfin managed to shove Glorfindel away, and leaped upon him soon after. He managed to grab hold of one flailing wrist and pin it against the smooth, polished stones before Glorfindel cleverly snaked his other arm behind the dark-haired ellon and took firm hold of his rear. This caused Fingolfin to jerk in surprise, and gave Glorfindel the upper hand. Once more, Fingolfin found himself beneath the grinning golden elda.

�I think I do,� purred Glorfindel, rubbing his groin against Fingolfin�s. �Fancy a bit of rough and tumble before supper? We happen to be in the perfect place to clean up afterwards.�

Fingolfin shifted, managing to move Glorfindel slightly. �Maybe you like to find grains of sand and small stones in places they should not be, but I prefer a proper bed, thank you kindly. Speaking of stones being in places they should not, would you mind terribly lifting yourself from me? I have one meddling at my hip.�

�Are you so sure that is a stone? There are things far harder,� answered Glorfindel, pressing his weight down for a moment, and indeed, what Fingolfin had felt was not from the brook. A moment later, Glorfindel had rested back on his haunches and was offering Fingolfin his hand. �No need to sacrifice when the comforts of home are easily obtained. Just where will your wife go when we use your bed, I wonder?�

�Who said she was going anywhere � she may enjoy watching,� answered Fingolfin with a smirk.

Glorfindel opened his mouth to reply, but shut it as something caught his eye and nodded toward the clearing. Fingolfin looked and waved to his son, who was running toward them with a bundle in his arms. �Mama said to bring this to you. These are yours, Papa, and these she said are for you, Lord Glorfindel.� Fingon set two piles of clothing onto a dry rock some ways from the water�s edge. �She said she thinks they will fit you.�

�Thank you, Fingon,� said Glorfindel. �Please give your mother my thanks as well.�

Fingon beamed and nodded, and then looked at his father. �Mama said I should ask you first.�

�Ask me what?�

�I was going to go hiking and camping for a few days.�

�Who with?�

�Just Maedhros and Maglor, and Uncle F�anor. We could have gone by ourselves, but Maglor insisted, and Uncle F�anor will not let him go without him,� sighed Fingon.

�Even so, I think it best to have an adult along, even if it is just you and Maedhros.� When his son heaved a heavy sigh, Fingolfin shook his head. �Fingon, what would you do if one of you got hurt? The other would not be able to do much about it. Best to have an adult with you. In fact, if it were only you and Maedhros, I would say no. You are sure your uncle will be along?�

Fingon nodded. �Maedhros even brought a note from Uncle F�anor for you. We will not be far, just in Orome�s woods for a little while, but they want to start out soon so that we can make it there by the time the stars are good and bright.�

�Alright, then. Have a good time, and mind your Uncle.�

�Thank you, Papa!� Fingon ran back toward the house as Glorfindel stifled his laughter.

�Just what is so funny?� asked Fingolfin, using his hand to bat water in Glorfindel�s direction.

The Vanya splashed him back. �Your poor son. I do hope he saw none of that, or you will have quite a thing to explain.�

�What are you talking about?�

�You, being fondled by another ellon, in your backyard.� Glorfindel stood and walked back upon shore.

Fingolfin shrugged. �I have talked to him about things already. I had to when he saw his mother kissing his uncle�s wife. He knows some of us have these semi-secret relationships with those of the same kind. Told him about the birds and the bees and storks and all of that.�

�So, after you gave him an accounting of every bird and beast created by the Singing, did you tell him about sex?�

�Certainly not! As of yet, he is too young, and when the time comes, he can go ask his mother about that...�

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Dinner was time spent catching up with a dear, old friend, for Glorfindel knew Anair� also when they were younger. By the time the trio was lingering on berry tarts and sweet wine, they had managed to account for time lost since last they had met. Anair� ushered the ellin into the parlor, giving the excuse that she would never have a chance to clear the table with them still in the dining room.

The wine was brought along, and each stretched out along a settee, facing one another. Telperion�s light through the windows warmed the room and a bowl of incense wafted the scent of vanilla mingled with lavender through the air. �I am gladdened to see you again, my lord.�

�And I, you, my prince,� replied Glorfindel, reclining lazily. Neither spoke for some time as the cooler air crept into the house and the fireflies darted around near the windows, sometimes giving chase into the parlor before finding their way out once more and disappearing into the hedges.

Anair� stepped into the room just as Fingolfin nearly fell asleep a second time. �Darling, I am taking a walk, to your brother�s house.�

�Oh? What? Why? It seems a bit late for that,� said Fingolfin sleepily as he rubbed his eyes.

�I thought I might pay E�rwen a little visit.� Anair� gave Fingolfin a wink and then said, �I highly doubt there is need for you to wait for me to return.�

When Fingolfin gave her a somewhat blank look, Anair� smiled and added, �I will not be back anytime soon. Please make sure you get to bed, and help Glorfindel find his way to bed, too... the same bed, I should think.�

�What? Oh!� Fingolfin grinned. �Right, right. Off you go. Stay away as long as you like!�

�Oh, I shall,� replied Anair�, giggling a little. She stepped further into the parlor and kissed Fingolfin upon the cheek, and said, �Fingon will be away for some weeks, as will I. Send word for me when you are ready for my return, but do not wait too long. I fear to see the state of this house, left to two ellin, no one picking up after them...� Her voice was swallowed up by the gentle breeze of the evening as she left the room and departed.

Fingolfin looked across the dim room, the corners of his lips turning up as he took note of the sleepy blue eyes watching him. �I suppose, after such a journey, you shall want to sleep. Well then, sleep well,� offered Fingolfin, turning over onto his other side, now grinning to himself.

For a little while, there was silence. Muffled laughed came from Glorfindel�s side of the room, and the Vanya stretched and stood up. �Well, since you seem to be comfortable down here...�

Bolting upright, Fingolfin barely caught the next part of Glorfindel�s sentence as the golden haired elf headed toward the staircase, shouting behind him, �...I guess I get the bed all to myself!�

Glorfindel had nearly made it up the steps before Fingolfin�s feet hit the first one below. Pausing, Glorfindel looked over his shoulder and laughed, and continued onward, but now with the chase on, his legs did not want to seem to work as quickly as they had. As he reached his hand out to the doorknob of the master bedroom, he felt a hand upon his shoulder and let out a startled little cry.

�All to yourself? I do not think so!� Fingolfin managed to successfully grab hold of both of Glorfindel�s wrists and trap him against the closed door. �Now, where to begin...� Fingolfin ran his tongue along the curve of Glorfindel�s ear and nuzzled his neck. �I have missed you,� he admitted, breathing in the scent of his lover before kissing exposed skin on Glorfindel�s arm.

�Darling, if you are going to torment me, I would rather suffer at your hands in the comfort of a bed than against this. Besides, the knob is digging into my side.�

�Not so much fun if the tables are turned, is it?� asked Fingolfin, but he released Glorfindel�s hands and opened the door hastily. The pair tumbled into the room, lit with the same silvery glow as the rest of the house. Fresh roses, golden in hue, were arranged in a vase upon the dresser. A few handfuls of the petals had been sprinkled over the bed, which was freshly made with silken sheets. Upon the stand beside the bed, a basket of oils awaited them.

�When did you manage to do this?� wondered Glorfindel, plucking a rose from the vase as he entered.

Fingolfin shook his head. �I have not left your sight since you arrived. It must have been Anair�; it could not have taken her so long just to clean the kitchen.� Soft petals grazing his cheek made him turn his head to face Glorfindel, who wielded the rose.

�We should not waste her generous gift,� suggested the blond, letting the bud brush across the lips of his love. �We have spent far too many nights without one another to let another pass.�

Discarded clothing was placed on a chair in the corner, and sheets were carefully turned down. Some of the petals fell to the floor, and others drifted onto the pillows. Each took a side and crawled into bed, bumping legs and knees against each other with impish smiles and shy grins.

With nothing stopping them it became a matter of waiting to see who would make the first move. Fingolfin�s fingers brushed through waves of golden hair before he leaned forward to claim Glorfindel�s lips. The simple touch reignited their passion for each other.

Agile fingers glided over smooth skin, skillfully touching and teasing, while intense gasps and gentle groans interrupted heavy panting from them both. Tongues dueled for dominance before one finally gave in, and blue eyes filled with desire, begging, only one thought, one plea from him: take me. Oil spilled over the curve of Glorfindel�s cleft as Fingolfin knelt behind him, and they became one, their cries mingled together in a sensual song.

Afterwards, the sweetness of it remained as they basked in the glow of their lovemaking, whispering softly to one another as eyelids drooped. Fingolfin was sprawled upon his back, with Glorfindel resting against him, head upon his lover�s chest, smiling as he listened to the beat of his heart. �I really must do things on a whim more often.�

�Next time, do not stay away for so long,� murmured Fingolfin into the golden locks before sleep took him.

Glorfindel smiled and cuddled closer. �Who said I was going anywhere?� he replied.

The End