Married To An Elf
Part 15
Posted: November 2, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Erestor makes Glorfindel a happy elf.
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“Shall we go for a swim?”
Erestor raised his head at the sound of his mate-of-nearly-two-weeks’ voice and smiled. “An excellent idea,” he said. “Anything to get away from these dreary reports.”
The seneschal laughed. “Since when have reports become dreary to you?” he asked.
“Since my binding with a certain golden-haired warrior who makes life infinitely more interesting than reports – though I should not have said that, for you have a big enough head as it is.”
Glorfindel huffed in mock indignation. “I do not have a big head!”
“No,” Erestor agreed with a smile, “you do not. However, I have no desire to continue reading any further about this negotiation for a revised trade agreement, not when I can think of much better things to do.”
“Such as?” Glorfindel wanted to know, his eyes gleaming.
“Such as going for a swim,” the darkling elf replied, deliberately ignoring the moue of disappointment on his mate’s face. Rising up from his chair, Erestor threw down his quill with some satisfaction. Aranel, disturbed from her slumber at Erestor’s feet, stretched and yawned before stalking out from beneath the advisor’s desk.
“When is Thranduil due to arrive?” Glorfindel asked as he stepped aside to allow Erestor to go through the door.
“Tomorrow,” Erestor replied. “I suspect Legolas’ sudden betrothal to Lindir has caught him by surprise as much as it did us.”
“They certainly did not waste any time,” Glorfindel said, remembering the sight of the two more than satisfied elves arriving back at the house the morning after his and Erestor’s binding ceremony.
“If only everything could be resolved so quickly and easily.” Erestor sighed. “The twins are avoiding each other, as if they are hoping the situation between them would just disappear. As for Lothvaen and Haldir…” The advisor shook his head. “I only wish that Lothvaen could sort out his heart. It is obvious that Haldir cares a great deal about Lothvaen, but…”
“…Lothvaen is afraid. I do not think his heart has fully recovered from the break-up between him and Elrohir. He will not so easily relinquish his heart this time round.”
Erestor turned to look at Glorfindel. “I think you may be right. However, he will need to decide soon whether he wants to have a relationship with Haldir or not; Galadriel returns to Lothlórien next week, and Haldir will be returning with her.”
They made their way back to their rooms, where they proceeded to change into something more casual. Glorfindel, as was his wont, had stripped himself completely before reaching for the comfortable suede leggings he often wore when relaxing.
“Stop.” Erestor’s voice was rough with longing as he walked to Glorfindel, only to kneel at the seneschal’s feet.
“See something you like?” Glorfindel couldn’t resist asking the question, and he could feel his member hardening under the ardent gaze of the darkling elf.
Erestor’s smouldering gaze met that of his mate’s. “A silly question, melethen,” he replied, licking his lips as Glorfindel’s erection grew under his gaze. The darkling elf’s hand curled around the turgid flesh and stroked it. Pre-come began leaking from the tip, and Erestor licked it off, moaning in appreciation at the taste that was so uniquely his mate’s. His tongue swirled around the tip, and Erestor could feel Glorfindel shudder. The advisor took his mate’s erection in his mouth, applying himself with enthusiasm to bring his mate over the edge.
Glorfindel began to move, thrusting gently into the warm cavern of the darkling elf’s mouth. “Do you know what you do to me?” he whispered, though the seneschal knew the question to be superfluous. His mate knew exactly what he was doing, and Glorfindel allowed himself to sink into the pleasure that was being given him. It did not take long before he shot his essence down Erestor’s throat, groaning as the darkling elf continued to suck and lick until he had swallowed every possible drop. When Erestor raised his eyes, it was to the sight of Glorfindel looking more than sated.
Blue eyes met brown, and Glorfindel said huskily, “The bed, melethen. I want you inside of me.”
Erestor blinked. “Are you sure?” he asked, rising to his feet.
“More than sure, melethen.”
“But I have never…”
“Shh…I have always wanted this, from the moment we started courting.”
Swallowing, Erestor could only stare at Glorfindel. “All right,” he finally whispered. “Do we have enough oil?”
Glorfindel smiled. “More than enough, melethen.”
“And you will let me know if I am hurting you, will you not?”
“You will not hurt me, Erestor.”
Erestor returned Glorfindel’s smile. “Then let us retire to the bed, shall we?”
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Elvish translations:
melethen – my love
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