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Summary: Erestor met Glorfindel and they circled around each other so long that even the Valar get annoyed.
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It was a dark and stormy night in Imladris. It was the night Erestor loved. He enjoyed as the cool water hit his skin, trying to wash away every crime and the nightmares. Erestor had lived under this name and position over a thousand years, but he could not clean his hands. He saw always the bloodstained fingers and heard the screaming. His dark hair was all wet, but he didn’t feel it anymore. Erestor stepped away from his balcony to the park, following the whisper which called to him.
The dark woods were familiar, but soon Erestor felt something else in the forest. Someone actually. This someone was so bright and so full of life that Erestor only shivered from this thought. His dark blue eyes searched this unfamiliar creature and slowly he got closer. And he found an elf. Not anyone, but Glorfindel himself, laying under the tree, still alive, but badly wounded. The rain had washed away some blood and Erestor could see that one of the twigs had gone through Glorfindel’s body.
The golden haired elf opened his light blue eyes and looked at Erestor, who just gasped. Glorfindel knew that this elf was here and was real and could help him and he smiled tiredly. Erestor shook his head and tried to find a way to move the fallen tree, without causing more pain to the magnificent elf, that waited patiently.
“I need to get some help…” Erestor said gently. He was wearing only a thin shirt and tight leggings and he was feeling cold. Glorfindel nodded with a painful expression on his face. He had waited so long and suddenly he felt tired and a little bit scared.
“Please, do not go,” he asked and the dark haired elf looked at him, with a smile on his face.
“I can not move that tree alone, I need to get some help to you”, Erestor’s voice was soft. Glorfindel grimaced and nodded again.
Erestor sighed and took his shirt pressing it against the wound. He knew that he had to get some help and took Glorfindel’s hand, placing it over the now bloody shirt.
“I need you to keep here. I'll try to contact my lord and that might throw me out of the balance”, Erestor said. Glorfindel managed to smile and so Erestor closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, finding Elrond in his rooms.
/Erestor? What it is?/ Elrond sounded surprised but knew that Erestor would never contact with him without a good reason.
/A wounded elf. Near Bruinen, he is who we have waited for./
/What has happened?/ asked Elrond putting his clothes on and calling his guards.
/A tree has fallen on him. And a twig has pierced him, he needs help./
/We are coming./
“You are not an ordinary elf…” Glorfindel whispered, when Erestor leaned against his hands and tried to catch his breath.
“No… you might say so. I should be dead, and yet here I am”, Erestor answered. He knew that Glorfindel had realised the truth about him. That he was the last son of Fëanor’s. Far speaking was a unique talent and gifted only to the great elf lords. Erestor just sat down and kept Glorfindel company. It took only a half hour when Elrond rode in, and Erestor took his horse’s reins.
Glorfindel lost consciousness while they moved the tree, and Elrond sighed as he started to clean up the wound.
“We need to get him out of here, help me Erestor”, Elrond shouted. The rain fell down and swallowed every sound. They helped Glorfindel onto the horse and soon they rode away. Erestor, who had mounted with one warrior, tried not to grow fond of that elf.
***
After a few hundred years Erestor admitted to himself that he had lost his heart to the gorgeous elf. Glorfindel had recovered and there had been a mutual friendship between them. Glorfindel knew the truth about him, Erestor knew that, but for some reason the golden haired elf had kept his silence. But it was no better for Glorfindel. He looked at the dark haired councillor as his friend and kept his silence because of that. But there was more. It was the way Erestor looked at him sometimes and the way that look warmed his own heart. But again. He kept his silence.
And that annoyed Lórien, the Vala of the Dreams. It annoyed also Lord Elrond and almost all of Imladris resident’s, because everyone, except those two, could see that they belonged to each other.
***
Lórien watched as two elves played chess. It was almost midnight and Erestor and Glorfindel finished their game laughing. They were both skilful players and their games were always long. Vala smiled as Glorfindel finally bid his good nights and left from the room heading to his own rooms. He had a plan to get those two together, but before he could do anything, they should be sleeping. And so he waited. Glorfindel was the first to fall into deep sleep and Lórien walked beside him.
“And now we will see what you will really think…” Lórien grinned and disappeared from the view. He had another elf to meet before he could call them to his realm. Erestor had fallen asleep also and Lórien took them both to his own gardens and watched as they tossed around on soft grass until Erestor suddenly reached out with his hand. He touched Glorfindel’s arm and got nearer to the warrior’s body. He nestled beside Glorfindel, who just laid his arms around the councillor and they both rested peacefully.
Glorfindel put his nose deep in the soft hair and smiled in his dreams. He sighed and pressed the naked body closer to him, slowly awaking. Erestor, on the other hand, was still in deep sleep, he was really tired and in his dreams he slept against Glorfindel’s warm body… warm and naked body. Erestor thought this for a moment and forced himself to open his eyes. He watched a dark nipple for a moment and suddenly he realised two things. He was not in his own bed, but on the grass with Glorfindel. And he was aroused. Erestor blushed deeply and shifted himself, trying to hide his erection from his friend.
“I know you are awake, Erestor”, Glorfindel smiled. His own arousal was throbbing against his abdomen and he watched it with a great interest.
“Um… where are we?” Erestor’s eyes watched Glorfindel’s body.
“I supposed that these are the Garden’s of Lórien. We are in Dreams my friend.”
“Oh Valar, you are truly magnificent”, Erestor said and slammed his hand over his mouth. He sat up and looked at Glorfindel horrified.
“Lovely thought”, Glorfindel said, feeling a little suspicious of this. “Are you alright, my sweet?” And then he slammed his hand over his mouth. Both elves looked at each other. Their faces showed different kind of feelings, from embarrassed to depressed.
“You know… I didn’t mean it like that… I truly want you,” Erestor said and closed his eyes at the moment he understood what he had said. Glorfindel just grimaced. He watched his friend with lustful eyes and realised that this was reality to them. Erestor’s eyes followed firm muscles all the way down and stopped at the hard arousal. “Or do you want me?” He whispered, looking depressed.
“I want you, my darling” Glorfindel answered before he could stop himself. “You are… perfect…”
“I hate this!” Erestor shouted and looked around, trying to find a way to get out of here, when he felt soft fingers touch him on his shoulders.
“Do you?”
“I love you, you fool! But…” suddenly he felt lips on his lips and moaned against this soft and inviting move. Glorfindel’s hand moved over his body, stroking his hard arousal. This feels so good, thought Erestor and he felt Glorfindel’s surprised thoughts follow him. They realised that they could also see each others thoughts.
“I want to be inside you,” Glorfindel sighed and grimaced. He wasn’t usually so direct. Erestor just nodded, not trusting his voice. But he wanted this. Wanted so badly that mere thought was enough to his body to release his cream and he lay breathless in the grass. Glorfindel licked his hand and watched the elf below him. “You taste salty, my dear.”
“You should know it…”
“Indeed. I am going to take you hard, my love, forgive me that.”
“Nothing to forgive.”
Glorfindel looked around and picked up a small bottle. He smiled and showed it to Erestor, who giggled.
“He thinks that will be enough? My, that would only cover your huge elfhood”, he said, rolling his eyes to his own words. Glorfindel looked at himself and then the bottle.
“You are right. He is not so familiar with this. We have to do it other way, and save this for my elfhood”, he said and licked his lips. Lórien was about to argue when he saw Glorfindel bend down and Erestor open his legs. The vala was stunned to see how willingly the golden haired elf licked his way to his lover’s hidden entrance. Erestor threw his head backwards and moaned in delight.
Erestor whimpered and begged shamelessly while Glorfindel prepaired him with his tongue. The raven haired elf was aroused again and heading towards the heaven when Glorfindel stopped. Erestor opened his eyes and looked down his body and was about to snap when he saw Glorfindel’s lustfully eyes move closer. And closer. And at finally Glorfindel devoured Erestor’s lips until they needed air to breath. Erestor breathed rapidly, feeling his lover’s arousal nudged between his buttocks.
It was not the first time, but still it felt like that. Erestor took a tight hold on Glorfindel’s shoulder and gritted his teeth when the golden haired beauty pushed in. Their shared thoughts of passion, pain and lust flew between them and mixed up so that no one could tell which were Erestor’s and which were Glorfindel’s.
“Are you sure you have done this before?” Glorfindel asked. “You are so damn tight, like a virgin.”
“Aye, I have… “Erestor took a deep breath. “But I guess that my former lovers weren’t as big as you are.”
“I won’t last long”, Glorfindel warned and moved slowly.
“Then we have to do this again, won’t we?” Erestor answered but then the heat rose and he just urged Glorfindel to take him harder. It was like a dream, and Erestor reached a peak again, his seed messing between them. And finally Glorfindel trembled, while a powerful orgasm took control over his body. He just fell down, but kept his place, savouring this lovely feeling to be inside of Erestor.
Eventually, he had to move, and he rolled over, laying on the grass. There was a long silence between them.
“What happens now?” Erestor whispered.
“Should I move to your rooms?” Glorfindel smiled. Erestor laughed freely and sat up. He knew he would be sore the next day, but the smile on Glorfindel’s lips and his thoughts told him that he should get used to this. Not a bad idea, Erestor thought and heard Glorfindel giggle. “I know who you are, but actually, I don’t care of it.”
“It seems so,” Erestor grimaced. He hated when he couldn’t control his speech.
“But one question, before this chance will be over. It seems that we have to speak truth without wanting it. Tell me, my sweet, do you regret the kinslaying?” Glorfindel looked at Erestor’s eyes. The dark haired elf was surprised, but he knew that Glorfindel wanted to know this because he needed to trust him.
“It was my father’s orders and his oath that I took. He was, is and will be my father and what ever he has done… I still love him. I … do not regret the kinslaying, I have seen so much world to know that every event has a purpose.” Erestor sighed. “And still they haunt me every night. I see blood on my hands, I see innocents die by my hands. I can not be myself, I had to hide under this name. It was only Elrond’s generosity that kept me going. He found me on the beach and took me under his wing.”
“Erestor… I fell in love with you, not that history…”
“I am history, Glorfindel. Question is, can you love the real me.”
“I love you, Erestor… Ecthelion… Maglor… who ever you are. I saw you in some camp the first time. Then I saw you in the Gondolin. And then in the Imladris. And I kept my silence.” Glorfindel kissed Erestor gently and wiped away the tears. “I love you…”
And Lórien smiled.
***
Elrond was worried. Erestor and Glorfindel had disappeared over a week ago, and no one knew where. The half elf walked in his gardens, brooding about this when he heard a giggle. At first Elrond just smiled and thought that it had to be some young lovebirds, but then he realised that it had been Erestor’s voice. He walked closer and headed to secret opening he knew. And he saw his two trusted councillors, all naked and giggling on the grass.
“Erestor? Glorfindel???” Elrond was stunned. Both elves turned their heads and blushed.
“Um… my lord. We need some clothes…” Glorfindel started. Elrond watched them and suddenly he understood.
“It was Lórien, my lord,” Erestor continue. “He didn’t gave us any clothes when he finally returned us from his gardens.” Elrond laughed and took his robe off, giving it to his golden haired captain. He gave his long tunic to Erestor and grinned as he imagined how they must have look. Elrond’s robe was too short to Glorfindel, who just rolled his eyes, while walking towards the buildings. Erestor sighed and followed. The tunic was long enough to hide his private parts but even Elrond had to admired those long and pale legs. Elrond himself wore only tight leggings and soft boots.
Together they walked through the corridors, and elves just laughed as they saw them. Elrond smiled back, he knew he was not the one who they laughed at. He at least was in his own clothes. Erestor and Glorfindel on the other hand weren’t. They looked at each other and then around. Glorfindel rose his eyebrow and sighing the dark haired councillor nodded. And then Glorfindel kissed Erestor with a passion that rose inside of them. Laughter died, and stunned looks followed the pair, who now ran towards Erestor’s rooms.
Elrond shook his head.
“Nicely done, Lórien. There goes my trusted councillors.”
The End