Behind Locked Doors

Behind Locked Doors

Posted: January 12, 2007
Title: Behind Locked Doors
Author: Elohir Mornedhel
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas none of them are mine and I don't make any money off them. But I DO enjoy playing with them.
Warnings: Slash
Beta: Patricia slayer9649.
Author's Notes: This is a short companion piece to my Slashy Santa Fic Sailing Ships, in which Elrond locks his seneschal and his chief adviser in a room together.

Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor must settle things between them.

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He opened sapphire eyes with a quick snap. Centuries of battle and warfare had made alertness second nature to him. The first thing he noted was the chambers. They were not his. The second thing was the warm heat of a body next to his. When a soft little moan teased his ears, it all came back to him.

Erestor was asleep next to him. The chamber was located in a relatively uninhabited section of the Last Homely House and the door was locked. It had been locked for precisely one week. His roommate was the most stubborn elf in all of Middle Earth.

Glorfindel leaned up on one elbow and gazed upon the councilor's face. Ah, how lovely he was. Long black lashes fanned over smooth skin the color of pale cream. Inky waves of hair pooled around his head where one hand was tucked against his cheek. The sensuous mouth now relaxed in sleep had distracted him more than once during council meetings.

With a sigh Glorfindel pulled his gaze away. It was time to put the smaller elf back on the divan where he had started the night. The councilor had firmly and clearly stated he would not share the room's one bed with the captain. He had meant it. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how one looked at it, Erestor was a much heavier sleeper than Glorfindel.

All the seneschal had to do was wait for the soft little sigh that Erestor made just as he fell asleep. Then he could move the pigheaded ellon (m. elf) to the bed. In the morning, he would put Erestor back.

"I am so unsure when it comes to you," Glorfindel whispered as he set the dark haired elf on the divan. "I remember watching you in Gondolin. Such beauty and grace and so very intelligent. Do you know I was going to ask you if I could court you? I still want to but I have no idea where to start now. You have changed so much. So solemn, I miss your smile."

With a sigh, he tucked the blanket around Erestor's lithe form. Then he turned and took his usual spot by the window after pulling his leggings on.

Deep chocolate brown eyes opened slowly as the seneschal walked away. They drank their fill as Erestor watched the golden elf. Each time he heard Glorfindel's voice or saw him striding powerfully into a room, he swore he was dreaming. As much as he wanted to grab hold of the warrior and never let him go, he was afraid the very act would cause him to disappear. It made no sense but he could not stop the emotions swelling in his breast. He loved Glorfindel. To lose him again would be his own death.

After a few moments, Erestor made some small noise to signal he was awake. It amazed him that he wasn't sore from sleeping on the divan for the past week. Yet, every morning he awoke refreshed.

"This has to stop," came the deep voice from by the window.

"Sleeping?" Erestor feigned. "I am afraid it is a necessity."

"You know what I mean," Glorfindel growled. "And pretending to be ignorant does not suit you."

"You know nothing of what would suit me," Erestor snorted.

"I would like to," the golden elf answered softly.

"What?" Erestor paused in the midst of folding the blanket.

"I said I would like to know what suits you," Glorfindel repeated. "I have since the first moment I set eyes on you in Gondolin."

He moved to stand before the smaller ellon. Taking the pale hands in his, he brought them to his lips. Placing a kiss on each hand, he raised hopeful eyes to Erestor's surprised gaze.

"You cannot be serious," the councilor whispered.

"Oh, but I am, Erestor," Glorfindel answered. "Had things progressed as I wanted them to, I would have formally requested your permission to court you."

"But, we barely knew each other," Erestor whispered. "We had only conversed on a handful of occasions."

"True, but I only needed to listen to my heart to know how I felt and what I wanted." Glorfindel smiled, sighing inwardly as Erestor's hands remained in his.

"Oh, you are a beast!" Erestor cried suddenly, jerking his hands free.

"What?"

"How awful of you to wait so long," Erestor snapped. "You have no idea how I longed for your company or how much I missed you. I wanted to join you in the halls. Only duty kept me here! How could I forsake mine when you had given your life for yours? Oh how I want to hit you right now, Glorfindel of Gondolin!"

"Then do it," came the unexpected reply.

"What?" Erestor said.

"Go ahead. Scream, rant, rave, hit me if it will make you feel better," Glorfindel explained. "And when you are finished, I am going to kiss you senseless."

For the first time in a very long lone time, Erestor was struck speechless. He had no response for that declaration.

"On second thought," the golden warrior mused. "We shall forego the former and skip straight to the much more enjoyable parts."

Without giving Erestor time to think, he pulled the councilor into his arms. With a growl, he claimed his lips in a masterful kiss. He teased and taunted until those sweet lips opened beneath his on a soft whimper.

The councilor was overwhelmed. Everything seemed surreal. The only solid things were Glorfindel's mouth and his powerful hands. Each brush and caress made the dark haired elf shiver with pleasure. It all seemed so right, so perfect. This was exactly where he belonged.

The captain softened the kiss as he felt Erestor melt into his embrace. It became slow and sensuous, a seductive kiss meant to tempt the ellon in his arms. The councilor was more than willing to be tempted.

Slender arms wrapped around Glorfindel's neck as Erestor pressed against him. With a sigh, he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire.

"Erestor," Glorfindel asked. "What is it?"

"Am I dreaming?" the adviser asked. "It all seems so unreal that, after all these years, I should get my heart's desire."

"No, meleth (love)," the captain smiled. "You are not dreaming."

"I have been awful to you,' Erestor said softly.”I did not know how to deal with your return and..."

"Shh," Glorfindel said placing one long finger against Erestor's lips. "It no longer matters. The past is the past. What matters is what we plan to do from here."

"And what is that?" Erestor asked.

"Erestor, I do not wish to wait any longer to make you mine," Glorfindel admitted. "I am not a patient elf."

He left the rest unsaid, knowing full well that Erestor would understand. He watched as the councilor considered his words. His love was nothing if not practical and rational. Yet, the longer he remained silent the more concerned the captain became.

"I have waited long enough," came the husky reply.

"What?"

"I said I have waited long enough," Erestor repeated. "If you had asked to court me back in Gondolin, the answer would have been yes."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," Glorfindel purred.

"Oh, I think I have a very good idea," the councilor smiled wickedly as he shifted his hips against Glorfindel's, making their arousals rub together. The resultant growl made shivers run down his spine.

"The naughty side of Erestor," Glorfindel chuckled. "I cannot wait to explore it further."

"Then do not," Erestor replied.

He yelped in surprise as he was swept from his feet and into the captain's arms. Full lips claimed his as he was carried over to the large bed. Set on his feet once more, Erestor could do no more than sigh as his robes were slipped from his body. The cooler air did nothing to relieve the heat of his skin, a heat stoked by the passion in Glorfindel's eyes.

For a moment, the captain was frozen by the sight before him. Many times he had fantasized about the ellon before him. None of his imaginings came remotely close to the beauty that was Erestor.

"Glorfindel?" Erestor questioned moving his hands to cover himself nervously.

"No... do not," the captain said as he took hold of his wrists.

"What is wrong?" the councilor asked.

"Nothing. It is just... by the Valar, Erestor, you are so very beautiful," Glorfindel whispered.

"Do you truly think so?" Erestor asked, a blush tingeing his cheeks pink.

"I have never seen anything or anyone more breathtaking, thank you," the captain answered honestly. "Truly I am blessed and humbled with such a gift."

The words danced over him, awashing his senses with Glorfindel's love. His body tightened in response, aching for the ellon gazing at him. Slowly he raised his arms, beckoning Glorfindel into his embrace. Fortunately, the golden elf didn't need to be asked twice.

The captain's leggings were removed in short order and he stretched out next to Erestor on the bed. They just stared at each other. Then Glorfindel reached out and stroked the councilor's cheek. Slowly he moved forward and claimed his mouth in a slow languorous kiss.

Soon they were pressed together, their kisses taking on the hunger of long denied years. Erestor threw his leg over Glorfindel's hip, pressing close and rocking his hips in a silent plea for more.

With a growl, the captain shifted, pressing his lover back into the mattress. He feasted on Erestor's mouth even as his hands stoked the fire within the dark haired elf into a steady unrelenting blaze. He nipped his way down the long column of his throat as it arched. Each bite was soothed by a slow pass of his tongue over pale skin.

Erestor cried out in ecstasy when those wicked lips found one nipple, turning it into a tight bud of sensation. Hands danced over his sides as he felt Glorfindel move to his other nipple. Anticipation made it a hard peak.

"So responsive. I love the sounds you make," Glorfindel purred.

"Fin," Erestor moaned, arching into his touch.

"Do you taste so sweet everywhere?" the golden elf asked against the smooth skin of his stomach, "I cannot wait to find out."

Erestor nearly screamed at the first swipe of Glorfindel's tongue. Like a cat, the captain licked almost delicately at the head of his cock before wrapping that talented appendage around it. Long fingers closed around the shaft, stroking slowly as he continued to tease the tip.

"Mmm," Glorfindel hummed in pleasure. "You do taste sweet. Scream for me, meleth."

Erestor couldn't help but obey the command when Glorfindel's hot mouth took him all the way to the base of his shaft. Pleasure shot through his body and if the captain had not been holding his hips down, he would have arched off the bed.

"By the Valar!" the councilor cried as he buried one hand in Glorfindel's thick hair. He didn't know whether he wanted to pull his head away or press it down further.

The captain set a steady pace, keeping his beloved on the edge for what seemed like hours. Even as he continued to suck and lick at Erestor's straining cock, he thrust into the mattress, seeking friction for his own aching arousal.

"Fin, saes (please)," the councilor moaned as he felt the tingling in his lower body. Close, he was so very close. "I... am."

"Come for me," Glorfindel purred just before taking him deep once more. He wanted it, needed to taste Erestor's essence on his tongue, feel it sliding down his throat.

A cry tore itself free as lights exploded behind Erestor's eyes. His hips jerked, thrusting into his lover's mouth as pleasure assaulted him. The smooth rolling motions of Glorfindel's swallows prolonged the sensations, keeping him on that edge.

Erestor collapsed back against the bed, panting softly. He barely noticed when Glorfindel left. The shifting of the mattress signaled his return and the advisor opened his eyes slowly to see the golden elf licking his lips in a rather smug manner.

"Delicious," was all the captain said.

"You have debauched me," Erestor chuckled.

"Oh no, councilor," Glorfindel murmured as he steadily pushed his creamy thighs apart and settled between them. He held Erestor's gaze as he stroked his opening with one well oiled finger. "You are not thoroughly debauched until I have buried my aching cock deep inside you and made you scream my name in exquisite pleasure."

"Is that so?" Erestor breathed as he pressed down on the two digits stretching him.

"That is so," Glorfindel answered as he added a third. "I want to feel you wrapped around me. I want to watch your face as you come apart a second time."

"Fin," Erestor panted.

"Yes, A'maelamin (Beloved)?" the captain purred.

"Stop talking and make love to me," Erestor moaned as he pulled him down for a kiss.

"As you wish," the golden warrior murmured against his lips.

He positioned himself as Erestor's entrance and slowly pressed forward. Taking care not to hurt his lover, he pulled back and paused then pressed once more. Long legs came up and wrapped around his waist. The next thing he knew, they contracted and he was buried in Erestor's body to the hilt. A loud long groan tore its way free and he dropped his forehead against his beloved's shoulder.

"Eager?" he chuckled.

"I am not glass," the councilor whispered. Most of his mind was caught on the feel of Glorfindel inside him. It was... perfect. "Saes, Fin... I cannot wait."

"So I see," the captain chuckled.

Slowly he withdrew only to return at the same pace. He wanted this to last, to be special and perfect. Yet, he could already feel the change. The urge to thrust faster and faster built within him. Erestor felt so incredibly good around him.

"Fin..." Erestor moaned. His nails dug into Glorfindel's back as he lifted his hips to meet each thrust. "Faster, saes... I need... I need to feel... "

"What do you need to feel, gúren (my heart)?" Glorfindel growled as he thrust harder, staring down into his lover's exquisite face.

"I need to feel you come inside me," the adviser moaned. "I want to feel our souls dancing together."

"As you wish, faeren (my soul)," Glorfindel whispered against his ear before he nipped the tip.

Faster and faster the captain moved, snapping his hips and drawing moan after moan from those luscious lips. He could feel Erestor's cock between them, hard and leaking once more. His body trembled from the joy of watching his beloved come apart in his arms.

Wrapping one powerful arm around Erestor's waist, Glorfindel sat back on his heels, pushing himself deeper into the councilor's slick passage. A wailing moan was his reward.

"Please, Fin. Please, Fin. Please Fin," Erestor moaned with each thrust of the cock inside him.

"You are so tight, so perfect," Glorfindel growled against his mouth. "Made for me."

"Yes."

Pleasure and joy wrapped around them, sealing them in a cocoon where nothing else mattered save their joining. Passion and desire carried them higher, pulling them towards the highest of peaks until they knew not where one ended and the other began. In truth, there was no ending or beginning as their faer (souls) rose and twined around each other. There was only Glorfindel Erestor, two halves to the same soul joined for all time.

In that instant of joining, they shattered as one. Muscled passage clamped and rippled around straining flesh. A mighty roar echoed through the chambers and the house beyond, harmonizing perfectly with the scream that accompanied it.

Elrond raised his head from the pile of papers on his desk. Tilting his head to one side, he listened to the land he called home. A smile graced his fine features.

"Finally," he murmured. "Stubborn ellyn (m. pl. elf)."

Then he returned to his work.

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THE END

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