Tale of Two Carrots

Summary: Ecthelion suggests that Glorfindel acquires a hobby to keep him occupied during the down time between stints on guard duty. However his idea of a suitable hobby and Glorfindel�s are significantly different.

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There was barely concealed agitation in Ecthelion�s sighs.� He huffed and puffed at the door, crossing and uncrossing his arms, leaning against one side of the doorway and then the other, his elegantly long longs crossed at the ankle.� �

It wasn�t that he begrudged his lover the time alone, nor did he, in principle, object to the activity he was engaged in, it was just��well, to put it plainly, he wanted the attention Glorfindel lavished on his vegetables, in particular the precise and regular row of green leafy tops that represented Glorfindel�s pride, the carrots.�

He supposed if he were being honest about it all, he was to blame.� After all, it had been he who had suggested Glorfindel find himself something to do rather than skulk about the house seriously bring down the mood of Ecthelion himself.� �

�Find something to do,� he had asked, though Glorfindel had taken him to task at the �demand�.� �Find something to fill in the time between slayings, something to focus your mind.�� What Ecthelion realised now was that he should have been more specific in his suggestions, certainly not left it to Glorfindel�s seemingly limited imagination.�

Ecthelion had watched him tripsy through painting, which he had quite enjoyed at first until he realised that Glorfindel actually wanted to paint and concentrated so hard on the canvas that he had barely recognised the totally naked Ecthelion and the provocative poses he had assumed.� Next had come the pottery, Ecthelion seeking to help by leaning his scantily clad body over Glorfindel as they both worked hands through the clay.� Ecthelion thought it sensual, Glorfindel asked him to move a little further away if he didn�t mind as he could get the shape of the cup with Ecthelion rubbing against him like that.� Then there had been the dancing, it still gave Ecthelion shivers to recall Glorfindel�s reaction to that.� Then there was the writing class, Ecthelion�s suggestions at story lines rejected with a sneer and the comment that he, Glorfindel was being serious.� After that had come a procession of� subjects until with overwhelming excitement, Glorfindel had returned home one afternoon, arms full of various wooden and metal objects Ecthelion had never seen before, and announced that he had found his calling.�

Gardening.�

Ecthelion had stared in disbelief.� �Gardening?�

�Gardening,� Glorfindel repeated with undisguised glee, holding up the various implements and appalling Ecthelion by being able to name each one.� Finally he had shown Ecthelion the seeds, pouring what looked like thousands of tiny black bugs into his palm excitedly announcing his plans of digging up the section of grass near the inner wall, and much to Ecthelion�s horror, spending hours planning the planting, then hours more carefully laying out the seeds, one by painful one.� Next came the foul smelling manure gathered from the stables and sifted through, good for the growing seeds Glorfindel enthused, regaling his bored lover with endless titbits of vital horse poo information. �

Ecthelion credited himself with a very active and inspired imagination.� So his idea of a hobby for his lover hardly involved fingers burrowing in dung.� Those talented long fingers of his lover burrowing in something else was more his style, long strips of silk tying something other than errant tomato plants to a piece of wood was definitely him, and ah, the uses he could think of for the mass of honey that Glorfindel�s blasted bees produced.�

He rearranged himself once more against the door jam allowing his much vaunted imagination to envision the golden haired warrior on his hands and knees, blindfolded while he drizzled honey over his back, licking as it fell on the perfect skin.� At some stage the very pleasant images must have been vocalised a little too loudly for Ecthelion caught Glorfindel frowning at him, his eyes so glacial it would have frozen Valinor itself.�

Ecthelion glared back at the reality he was greeted with.� His blond lover was certainly on his hands and knees but instead of his fingers digging into the lush carpet of their bedroom, they were fossicking around in the mud, his hair was glinting in the sun, falling over his shoulders and down his back, covered not in the damp sweat of exertion from love making but twigs and grass, and his back was not arched to receive Ecthelion�s ample girth but to pull at the errant foliage.� The beautiful face he so wanted to see turned to him in anticipation was streaked not in flushed desire but by dirt.�

With Glorfindel turning back to his garden, Ecthelion turned back to his �hobby�, imagining new ways to entertain him and his lover in the bedroom.� And in that he was very, very inventive.� �

Just at that moment when Ecthelion was in full flight again with his fantasy, Glorfindel turned his head once more to him.� It was almost too much.� Glorfindel tossed his hair from his face, strands clinging to the damp skin, his eyes shining in a manner that he had seen only the night before in bed, his mouth pursed in the most delectable way.� Ecthelion held onto the wood of the door way as his knees buckled.� The luscious mouth curled into a smirk of delight and Ecthelion was sure he swooned at that point, certainly his hand fell to his crotch as his groin reared into life.� Now if only the next scene had followed the script, and Glorfindel had come crawling over to him to offer relief, instead of holding up the bunch of carrots he had plucked.� If only Glorfindel had read his part a little better rather than gone off on a complete tangent.� �

Ecthelion smiled what he hoped was a none too condescendingly smile in reply, nodding his head in what he further hoped looked like admiration for a job well done.� However, while he tried to maintain some composure in some part of his brain, the rest of it certainly wasn�t helping.� Those dirt smeared cheeks were starting to hold more than a modicum of appeal, rugged Ecthelion thought, just like Glorfindel�s performance in bed, a thought to which his errant body twitched.� The soil around his finger nails were a distraction which Ecthelion tried in vain to focus on to deliver himself a mental cold shower, which was working until the carrots came into view.� Those less that helpful shaped vegetables where eerily starting to loom large in this particular daydream.� However that pleasant avenue of thought, which naturally brought him back to the combination of bed and Glorfindel was shattered by the expression on his lover�s face.�

Glorfindel, Ecthelion had always thought, had the ability to strike down an enemy with one look from those glacier blue eyes, or at the very least cower them into submission.� It was not an easy thing to stand within range when the sole focus of those eyes was you, and they left you in no doubt whatsoever that they didn�t approve of your current thoughts.� Glorfindel�s eyes narrowed more.� �

While most marvelled at his fellow captain�s ability to school his emotions, think logically and effective on many matters, particularly those pertaining to the military, Glorfindel was more aware of the single-mindedness that produced such an ability, and where he was concerned Ecthelion�s ability was much overrated, focused as it was primarily on sex.� That wasn�t to say that he wavered in the thought that Ecthelion truly loved him, what concerned him was the almost constant need to demonstrate that love in ways that involved various objects commonly found in any home.� Indeed his lover quite often amazed and surprised him with the limitless scope of his imagination.� Glorfindel was certain that Ecthelion considered this a quite decent hobby, and most times Glorfindel was in complete agreement, suggesting at one stage that Ecthelion�s vast knowledge in this area shouldn�t remain unacknowledged by the rest of the inhabitants of Gondolin.� His suggestion that the �hobby� could be extended to beyond their bedroom, by way of a book, written without reference to personal experience naturally, had been greeted with much enthusiasm, but had also led to Ecthelion needing to try more things out, since, �You can�t expect elves to do this sort of thing without knowing that it delivers the level of satisfaction necessary to met my exact standards�.after all you wouldn�t want anyone to think you had selected a less that magnificent lover.�� Glorfindel had to admit Ecthelion had a point on that, and so had been once again roped (and that was a most apt word in many of his lover�s �experiments�), into quite a few �tests� and retests, since as it was pointed out with such glee, a proper investigation requires more than one trial.�

It was enjoyable, Glorfindel couldn�t admit otherwise, but after months of �testing� he hadn�t once witnessed his loved one with quill in hand poised to write on parchment.� Glorfindel was beginning to think that Ecthelion�s expertise was not contained in the written word, or diagram for that matter.� And he certainly wasn�t gullible enough to believe the offered explanation when he confronted Ecthelion on the matter, that �it was all being processed in my head to achieve just the right balance.�� No, to Glorfindel, �just the right balance� was less in his mate�s head and more in his groin.�

�Can you put those down, they are a distraction,� Ecthelion managed as his leggings felt more snug than they had when he had first put them on, gesturing to the carrots.� �

Glorfindel looked from elf to carrots, back to elf groin and shook his head.� �I was thinking they would make an excellent addition to the soup I planned for supper, I see you considered them in a whole different light��is your mind ever on anything other than planning my next bedding?��

�I happen to think that that is a noble pursuit, you should be flattered that I spend my time thinking about you and your pleasure, there are elves by the hundreds who wish for their lover to be so singleminded in their thoughts.��

Glorfindel gave a most inelegant �humph� to that comment, gracefully standing to his full height still with carrots in full view, and striding to the door that led to the kitchen.� As he passed Ecthelion smacked his backside playfully, dodging the arm that swung to knock his hand away.� Cheerfully he followed his favourite gardener into the kitchen.�

�They are quite ripe,� Glorfindel commented, ignoring Ecthelion�s earlier remarks as if he had not uttered them.� Glorfindel had that ability Ecthelion had noted many times, often to his consternation, as he never knew just when they would return to haunt him, another one of Glorfindel�s little habits, bringing up his past misdemeanours at the most inopportune times.� �

�Eh?� Ecthelion blinked as he realised Glorfindel was continuing to talk to him.�

�I said, they would indeed make an excellent soup, if we add some of the herbs from the pots, with a little of the cream too.��

�Hmmm.�� Ecthelion was staring at the carrot his lover held up, watching as Glorfindel brought it close to his mouth, glaring as the tip disappeared into his mouth, riveted as Glorfindel closed his eyes, lips smoothing over the vegetable.� It was only the loud crunch that brought him back to the kitchen, even then he had to be quick to place a steadying hand on the table.�

Glorfindel frowned.� �How wonderfully monosyllabic you are my love, � Glorfindel replied, �I will take that to mean� �What a magnificent idea that is Glorfindel and how clever of you to cultivate such prizes and what a fantastic culinary experience you are preparing for me with such effort and care�����it�s a good job for both of us that I respect your economy of words.��

�Hmm.� Ecthelion answered, unaware of the irony of his answer, his thoughts still on the carrot that Glorfindel was rubbing in his hand.�

Glorfindel turned to focus his attention on the peeling of the vegetables with a shake of his head, wondering if Ecthelion had driven all his past lovers to seek intensive counselling before he drove them mad.�

�You are so good at interpreting all my economy of words,� the captain of the inner gate breathed into the delicate ear of his lover,� his arms round his hips, his body pressing against his back, his solid erection nudging between Glorfindel�s buttocks.� �

�I was not referring to your variety of moans and groans, which by now all of Gondolin are expert in gleaning the meaning of.��

�Then they understand my appreciation of your prowess my love,� Ecthelion replied, pulling Glorfindel back to him, one hand fondling the front of his leggings.�

Glorfindel for his part continued to prepare the carrots.� �I would wish they knew less of it thank you, it is hardly the glory I wish to take with me to Valinor.��

�But it could be your legend Glorfindel�..think on it��.you could earn a place among the Valar themselves.�� Ecthelion�s hand rubbed the impressive bulge in the leggings, even unaroused, his blond elf had attributes worth extolling, his head nuzzling at the long elegant neck, tongue licking along the curve of his throat.� �

Glorfindel turned suddenly, catching Ecthelion unawares, causing him to stagger back a few paces.� The knife was firm in his hand, the tip pointing down to Ecthelion�s equal impressive sign of his sex.�

�I am preparing dinner for us both, if you cannot contribute then�.��

�Perhaps I can lay the table,� Ecthelion suggested, registering the increased frown on Glorfindel�s beautiful face.� The atmosphere was definitely getting decidedly chilly, the knife hardly wavering from where it pointed.�

�That would be more helpful at this point that the �laying� you had in mind.��

Ecthelion retreated a safe distance to the cupboard, taking out the utensils, leaving Glorfindel to go back to the carrots, muttering what Ecthelion could only guess at, but sure it wasn�t a compliment to his prowess in bed.� �

As the cutlery was laid on the table, Glorfindel chopped the carrots into slices with such a loud snap that Ecthelion winced.� It reminded him that his lover may currently be wearing an white frilly apron tied around his neck and waist and was currently fussing over the boiling water, but he was one of the finest warriors the city had, one who would defend it to the last stone.� He was also one of the most gifted lovers Ecthelion had ever had, and he loved him as he had no other.�

�Things seem to simmering along now,� Glorfindel announced with some satisfaction after adding the carrots to the water along with other vegetables from the garden.� �You now have my full attention.��

Ecthelion was wary even if Glorfindel had put the knife down.� �Do I ?� he asked cautiously, �and where am I allowed to hold your attention?��

Glorfindel walked purposefully toward Ecthelion, his head cocked to one side, the smile enigmatic, hands clasped behind his back, Ecthelion backed away with each approaching step, until he was pressed against the wall with no further escape.� Whatever Glorfindel held concealed or was on his mind, he wouldn�t have to wait long now.� �

Only one hand leaned on the wall close to Ecthelion�s head.�

�I thought,� Glorfindel breathed huskily, �that we might,� there was the lick to the neck that had Ecthelion shuddering, � if you want,� the tongue was lapping around the curve of his ear, � we could go to bed and discuss how to grow the perfect carrot.��� �

�Hmm....� Ecthelion managed as he felt the hand trace over his thigh.�

Glorfindel smirked, his lips hovering over Ecthelion�s mouth.� �I will take that as a �yes� shall I lover?� he growled softly as his lover shook.�

Ecthelion had doubt what this was all about.� He had baited Glorfindel enough and now he was going to have to accept the consequences.�

�As eloquent as ever,� Glorfindel whispered against his cheek before his head turned.� The kiss didn�t allow any further comment, multisyllablic or not.� The tongue was in his mouth, rubbing against his own before he could recover his breath, teeth scraped over his bottom lip as it was bit gently and when the arm slipped around his waist to pull him from the wall, Ecthelion wasn�t capable of saying anything anyway.� And it was just the way he liked it.� Many looked at their relationship and wondered where the control lay, the whispered conversations as they walked through the gated city hand in hand amused Ecthelion.� They would hardly believe the truth anyway, and that was, even when he had Glorfindel helpless beneath him, his mate was the one who steered their activities, while he knew Glorfindel enjoyed his inventiveness and spontaneity, if he wanted to call a halt at any time he would, and Ecthelion would acquiesce to that.� Not that Glorfindel ever would stop him in anything, his trust in Ecthelion was absolute, but it was there.� But when Glorfindel took charge, Ecthelion�s world exploded.� It wasn�t that he was particularly creative in bed, it was that he used his assets to best effect, and Glorfindel�s assets were among the best.� And when in the mood, it was always a most interesting show.�

The kiss ended only when they were in the bedroom.� Glorfindel nodded his head once, the signal understood even if Ecthelion did suppress a smirk at his lover�s own economy of words.� Slowly he sat on the chair as directed.� Obviously Glorfindel was in one of his more playful moods, and Ecthelion couldn�t be more ready to be played with.�

With a blink of his eyes Glorfindel asked Ecthelion to watch him, not that he was going to do anything else.� The curtains had been partly pulled aside when they had woken earlier and now the light played in dabbled patches over the floor where Glorfindel stood, alternately casting him in light so brilliant it matched his hair, the rest of the time in almost total darkness.� He was slow, taking off his clothes in casual erotic movements, glancing between his own body and that of his lover.� Ecthelion squirmed on the chair, dissuading himself from touching his aching body, it would not only bring on Glorfindel�s displeasure, but it would undo him far too soon.� �

Clothes removed Glorfindel stretched his body, fully aware of his beauty and attractiveness without conceit.� His hands raised to Ecthelion who stood and removed his own clothes with much less grace, after all this was not about arousing Glorfindel with his actions,� the golden lord was going to do that without much help from him.�

Taking Glorfindel�s hand Ecthelion looked to the floor shyly as he was led to the bed.� Hardly virginal in thought nor deed, he nonetheless felt a novice when Glorfindel offered this pleasure.� They kissed as Glorfindel lay him on the bed, deep, plunging kisses as their bodies covered each other and flushed aroused skin rubbed together in long rhythmic gyration of hips.�

�Turn over,� was the command as deep blue eyes darkened with desire and an entranced Ecthelion did as he was told.�

He pulled at the covers of the bed as the very tip of a tongue licked down his spine, very so, excruciatingly, slowly.� Ecthelion pushed his shoulders back forming a v along his vertebrate, pressed his hips to the bed to arch his back, thrusting his buttocks up.� Slender fingers that he had so recently wished were doing more that digging into the dirt began to reprise his fantasy, parting the mounds of his buttocks as he cried out.� �

�Blessed Valar,� he muttered as Glorfindel slipped his hand under the curve of his tail bone to massage the hard sacs, all the while the wicked tongue continued to curl and swirl over his muscle.�

�I doubt they will rush to assist you now lover, not after your performance in the garden,� Glorfindel replied on behalf of the gods, �they will say you are receiving what you deserve for tempting me so earlier.��

�I didn�t think you had noticed,� Ecthelion ground out, biting into the pillow as Glorfindel pressed his tongue harder against the resistance, the none too subtle non verbal reply leaving no reason to question further.� He would have to remember this ploy, if it lead to such punishment.�

Glorfindel pushed his hand under Ecthelion�s hip, turning the lithe body over to face him.� �I noticed,� he smiled, �I would think your singular moans were noticed by a few other than I, and your stance left little to even my imagination, dearest one.�� He stroked at the erect organ by his knee as he spoke, �and one can hardly ignore this.��

Rendered almost speechless once more by his lover, Ecthelion managed a further grunt, much to Glorfindel�s delight.� �I wonder if those who marvel at your orations would care to hear you now.��

�You�..give me�.few opportunities�.argh��.blessed Valar, Glorfindel��.to be ���� �

The sentence was destined to never be complete as Glorfindel wrapped his mouth around the erection, bobbing his head back and forth along the length.� Ecthelion grasped the blond locks that drifted over his thigh with each movement, wrapping the strands around his fingers, tugging at them before releasing them as Glorfindel used his tongue to send shudders through his body.� �

�Ouch,� Glorfindel muttered as he felt several pieces of his hair leave his head, revenge coming as his teeth raked over hard flesh, he listened with satisfaction at the scream this rort from his lover.�

�Then don�t��.tease,� Ecthelion advised as his legs curled around Glorfindel�s waist.� His hand went out to the small leather pouch from which he extracted a thin tube.� �

Glorfindel took the tube, emptying the contents onto the palm of his hand as he knelt up.� �Tell me how much you want me.��

�Valar Glorfindel, this is not the time����

�Tell me,� Glorfindel smirked, �how much you want me.��

Ecthelion reached up, pulled Glorfindel down to him.� The kiss was not savage but conveyed what it needed to, the want, desire, and ultimately the love he held.� �

Glorfindel echoed the kiss, eyeing his captain as they parted.� �You are very convincing.��

Suddenly more coy, Ecthelion returned the gaze softly.� �You do know I love you don�t you?�� he asked with more than a little touch of insecurity not usual in his demeanour.� �

Glorfindel�s kiss was tender.� �Yes, I know, I know��.and I love no other.��

With their affirmations complete, Glorfindel smeared the cold thick liquid over his own hard length, Ecthelion lifted his hips and prepared for the exquisite pain that heralded the intimate pleasure to come.� He bit his lip at the intrusion, grabbed at the pillow on which his head lay as the rhythmic motion of love making began slowly and easily.� Glorfindel was magnificent, and no more so when fully aroused, Ecthelion watched with dark passion filled eyes as the magnificence of his lover disappeared within him repeatedly, touching the right places in all the right ways.� Finally the erotic picture was too much for him to linger on the edge of climax any longer.� His seed coated his own flesh, the cries hardly muffled as he turned his head into the silk of the pillow.�� Then he turned back to watch his lover.� He knew that Glorfindel could not hold much longer either, could tell by the now ragged movements of his lover, by the deepness of his thrusts, and the shiver of his body.� Ecthelion watched the look of pure lust that was quickly followed by satisfaction, and smiled at the flushed skin and dark eyes, pride at this was one sight not to be shared with another, and selfish regard that only he would draw this from Glorfindel.�

They lay in the quiet of the room, listening to their heartbeats pound within their chests.� �

�The carrots will be ready,� Glorfindel whispered.� �

�I thought the carrots already were,� Ecthelion replied, his hand tracing along the curve of Glorfindel�s hip, �and they are very good.��

Glorfindel chuckled.� �Indeed,� was his comment, �big enough for you?�� he asked, raising an eyebrow.�

Ecthelion made to consider the question, fingers slipping over the softened length, to judge the measurement.� �I think so�.from what I have seen.��

�Good,� Glorfindel stifled the laugh, �it takes careful handling to encourage such growth.��

�I think I can manage that.��

�Are you expressing an interesting in growing things?��

�Only certain types of things,� Ecthelion replied, managing to keep the grin from his lips.�

�Selective, aren�t we?��

�Very.��

Ecthelion turned his lover over, pressing their warm bodies together.� �Very selective�with what I chose to grow.��

Glorfindel shrugged his lover from him, rising from the bed.� �I will bring the soup here�and we can plan what we are going to grow next.��

Ecthelion laughed heartily.� .And set about planning the rest of the day�.maybe all was not lost, and they could combine their hobbies.�
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Ecthelion woke to the shaft of light that streamed through the window.� He patted the body next to him, fully awake when he patted not a warm body but a cold space.� Surely Glorfindel had not forsaken their bed for the garden, Ecthelion thought they had sorted all of that out.� He was about to grab the pillow and hurl at the door when what was on the pillow refocused his attention.�

�Called away to outer gates for two days��have left something to remind you of me�.look after the carrot.�� The note was tied in red ribbon around the most enormous carrot Ecthelion had ever laid eyes on.� Perhaps he had misjudged his lover.� Glorfindel did have a sense of humour after all.� One thing was for sure though, Ecthelion couldn�t wait to show Glorfindel how big he could grow his carrot when he got back.�
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