Betrothal To An Elf
Part 15
Posted: August 24, 2007
Title: Betrothal To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: It is Erestor’s begetting day.
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Waking up, Glorfindel turned his head to look at Erestor. The advisor was still deep in sleep, his hair in disarray on the pillow. The seneschal smiled. His lover really looked rather delectable, and Glorfindel couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss Erestor.
“Mmm…”
“Maer aur, melethen.”
Erestor stretched, an act copied by Aranel at the foot of the bed as she woke from her slumber, a little disgruntled at having been disturbed.
“Maer aur, Glorfindel.”
“Happy begetting day.”
Erestor stared, puzzled. “Is it? Surely it can not…”
“It is, Erestor. Had you truly forgotten?”
The advisor blinked. “Is it really that day?”
Glorfindel raised himself. “Yes, it is, and I have arranged it so that we both do not have to work.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because I have organised it so that we celebrate your begetting day!” Glorfindel said with some exasperation.
“But I have not celebrated my begetting day for a long time.”
“Which changes as from now, melethen, whether you like it or not.” Glorfindel leaned down and gave his lover a thorough kiss, making the advisor’s toes curl.
“If that is how we are starting the celebration, then I have no objections,” Erestor said.
Glorfindel grinned. “Good, because there is more of that coming. In fact…” He proceeded to kiss Erestor once more, leaving the advisor in no doubt as to where it was leading.
“Wait, Glorfindel…” he began to protest feebly.
“Shhh! No more talking from you. Today it is all about you. Relax, and enjoy.” The seneschal gave a tug at Erestor’s nightshirt. “This, however, definitely has to go. Off, now!”
Erestor sighed and did as Glorfindel ordered. In truth, he wanted this. Memories of the last time Glorfindel made love to him flooded his mind as he lay back, and he sighed once more, this time contentedly, as Glorfindel began his explorations.
He gave a small yelp as his lover bit one of his nipples, even though it was not hard. Glorfindel raised his head. “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly.
Erestor shook his head. “You just surprised me, that is all.”
“Would you prefer if I did not do it?”
“I do not know…it is not something you had done before.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Then let me continue, melethen. I promise I will make it better.”
Erestor swallowed. “I know you will,” he whispered.
The seneschal lowered his head and once more bit, but then laved the nipple with his tongue until it stood in a hard peak, smiling briefly as he heard Erestor moan before proceeding to do the same with the other nipple.
Once done, he gradually moved down, raining kisses on Erestor’s chest and abdomen, his chin bumping the advisor’s very obvious erection.
“Glorfindel…please…”
“Please, what?”
“Do not tease!”
“Tease? I would never do that.”
Erestor raised his head slightly to glare at the seneschal. “Yes, you would. Now do something!”
“My, my, we are eager…”
“And you are not?”
The glint in Glorfindel’s eyes was enough of an answer for the advisor, and confirmed when the golden-haired warrior said, “I am always eager for you, my dark elf. Never doubt that.”
“Your dark elf?” Erestor queried.
“Aye. Your dark hair, your dark eyes…most definitely my dark elf. My very beautiful dark elf. Ervainen vorn. I have called you this before, remember?”
“I do, now,” Erestor said huskily, and then his head dropped back as Glorfindel took his erection in his mouth. The advisor began thrusting his hips, only for his lover to pin him down to the bed. Erestor was resorted to bunching the sheet in his fists, his breathing harsh as he felt his impending orgasm. When it came, his voice reverberated around the room as Glorfindel proceeded to swallow all that was being given to him.
“Oh, my…” Erestor breathed.
Glorfindel made his way back up the bed. “Enjoy that, did we?” he asked, not without a small sense of satisfaction at having once again unravelled the darkling elf.
Erestor caught the underlying tone in the seneschal’s voice. “Conceited elf,” he muttered without rancour.
“Ah, but you love me anyway.”
“May the Valar help me, but I do.” Erestor’s eyes turned downwards. “Now what shall we do with this, hmm?”
Glorfindel followed the advisor’s gaze to his erection. “Any suggestions?”
“I can think of one. Shall we find out if your ‘sword’ fits into my ‘sheath’ as well as it did the last time?”
The seneschal looked at his lover gravely. “Are you truly comfortable with me doing that?”
Erestor nodded. “More than anything. You are nothing like what Gil-galad was and you never will be. Despite my fears, despite my doubts, I know this.” The darkling elf raised his hand and gently stroked Glorfindel’s face. “If there is one thing I truly want on my begetting day, then it is for you to make love to me.”
“Oh, I will make love to you, never fear, ervainen vorn. And not just today, but every day, for the rest of eternity.”
Erestor smiled mischievously. “Good. I was hoping you would say that.”
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Elvish translations:
ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
maer aur – good morning
melethen – my love
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